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 Barbados and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kaleidoscope,
The Grass Roots,
Drexciya,
the Fania All-Stars,
Liliput,
Deepchord,
Chrome,
ABC,
Yellowson,
The J.B.'s,
Crime,
Sex Pistols,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Certain Ratio,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Seeds,
Mission of Burma,
Sugar Minott,
Sixth Finger,
Pulsallama,
Fugazi,
Average White Band,
Massinfluence,
The Searchers,
The Offenders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Faraquet,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Residents,
Subhumans,
The United States of America,
Aaron Thompson,
Jerry's Kids,
Kurtis Blow,
The Modern Lovers,
Pussy Galore,
Glenn Branca,
Wasted Youth,
the Sonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
OOIOO,
Ludus,
Derrick Morgan,
Anthony Braxton,
Marvin Gaye,
Ronan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amon Düül II,
The Blackbyrds,
Aswad,
Nas,
Little Man,
Rod Modell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Sherman,
The Doobie Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Pus,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Names,
Pantytec,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.