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 Korea North and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sonic Youth to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Mantronix,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dave Gahan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultra Naté,
Connie Case,
The Smoke,
Boz Scaggs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Anakelly,
Arthur Verocai,
Shuggie Otis,
Mark Hollis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brand Nubian,
Roxette,
DJ Style,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
These Immortal Souls,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultravox,
Bang On A Can,
Model 500,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bronski Beat,
Howard Jones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-Ray Spex,
Jandek,
Depeche Mode,
John Cale,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flipper,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Supertramp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Misunderstood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers,
Kaleidoscope,
Hasil Adkins,
Fluxion,
Popol Vuh,
The Sonics,
Black Bananas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Altered Images,
Dead Boys,
Harmonia,
Simply Red,
Scientists,
The Modern Lovers,
Metal Thangz,
Panda Bear,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.