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 Belgium 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
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 güiro 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 Sex Pistols to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Gang Green,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
The Saints,
Junior Murvin,
Cymande,
Faraquet,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cowsills,
Joensuu 1685,
Clear Light,
Visage,
Drexciya,
Steve Hackett,
Fugazi,
Kurtis Blow,
The Invisible,
The Slits,
Grandmaster Flash,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Normal,
Parry Music,
Anthony Braxton,
ABC,
Toni Rubio,
Patti Smith,
Rakim,
Jawbox,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Slick Rick,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scientists,
Scrapy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Groovy Waters,
The Fall,
Gabor Szabo,
Cybotron,
Pierre Henry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sight & Sound,
JFA,
Faust,
The Cosmic Jokers,
OOIOO,
The Busters,
the Sonics,
Metal Thangz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Buzzcocks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
One Last Wish,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.