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 Bolivia and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Holger Czukay 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 Barrington Levy to the disco 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter and Kerry,
Spandau Ballet,
Nirvana,
Thee Headcoats,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Outsiders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camouflage,
The Searchers,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Coltrane,
Judy Mowatt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Beau Brummels,
Andrew Hill,
Davy DMX,
Fear,
Stereo Dub,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joyce Sims,
Ice-T,
The Cowsills,
Jacques Brel,
Adolescents,
Byron Stingily,
Neu!,
World's Most,
The Barracudas,
The Buckinghams,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kool Moe Dee,
Connie Case,
D'Angelo,
LL Cool J,
Hardrive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alison Limerick,
Malaria!,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Joe Finger,
The Knickerbockers,
Todd Rundgren,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ronan,
Goldenarms,
Joe Smooth,
Grey Daturas,
Fugazi,
The Red Krayola,
Arthur Verocai,
Siglo XX,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.