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 Papua New Guinea and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
ABC,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Funky Four + One,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wire,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mandrill,
Chris Corsano,
The Barracudas,
Cameo,
World's Most,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Buckinghams,
Public Enemy,
Alphaville,
Jeru the Damaja,
Maurizio,
Arab on Radar,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amon Düül II,
John Coltrane,
Marc Almond,
KRS-One,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dark Day,
Oneida,
E-Dancer,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
Carl Craig,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Charles Mingus,
Joe Finger,
James White and The Blacks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Althea and Donna,
Nation of Ulysses,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fugazi,
The Durutti Column,
Joy Division,
the Swans,
Bill Near,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed,
D'Angelo,
The Moleskins,
Dennis Brown,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crime,
Rod Modell,
Buzzcocks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thee Headcoats,
Harry Pussy,
Barrington Levy,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.