Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Argentina and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Mr. Review to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wolf Eyes,
the Bar-Kays,
Max Romeo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Franke,
Fugazi,
Wire,
Half Japanese,
Moebius,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantaleimon,
Pere Ubu,
Jacob Miller,
Maurizio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cal Tjader,
The Doors,
Audionom,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeru the Damaja,
Circle Jerks,
John Holt,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Slits,
Slick Rick,
Ultra Naté,
Scion,
The Buckinghams,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slave,
Bluetip,
Pierre Henry,
This Heat,
World's Most,
The Gap Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Theoretical Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Country Teasers,
Letta Mbulu,
Goldenarms,
Roxette,
Gang of Four,
Warsaw,
Tres Demented,
Gong,
The Cure,
Chrome,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Inner City,
Eric Dolphy,
Neu!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wally Richardson,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.