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 Montenegro and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the rock 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
These Immortal Souls,
Blossom Toes,
Stetsasonic,
Y Pants,
the Germs,
Alison Limerick,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Fraelich,
MDC,
Matthew Bourne,
Surgeon,
Gang Starr,
Boz Scaggs,
Thee Headcoats,
Deadbeat,
Excepter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Essential Logic,
Alphaville,
Con Funk Shun,
The Blackbyrds,
DJ Style,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chris Corsano,
New Age Steppers,
Shoche,
Aaron Thompson,
Half Japanese,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nils Olav,
Hasil Adkins,
Judy Mowatt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Prince Buster,
Theoretical Girls,
the Slits,
Kas Product,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scrapy,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Kinks,
Connie Case,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bush Tetras,
The Velvet Underground,
Q and Not U,
Negative Approach,
Andrew Hill,
The Remains,
Freddie Wadling,
OOIOO,
Darondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
EPMD,
The Happenings,
Q65,
the Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
Mo-Dettes,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.