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 Oman and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Searchers to the electroclash 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skaos,
Isaac Hayes,
Barrington Levy,
Derrick May,
The Standells,
Todd Terry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New Order,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Christie,
Janne Schatter,
Gichy Dan,
Liliput,
Suicide,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cecil Taylor,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wolf Eyes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lucky Dragons,
Barbara Tucker,
Neu!,
The Grass Roots,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marvin Gaye,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Josef K,
Deepchord,
Slave,
Agent Orange,
Kool Moe Dee,
Can,
The Count Five,
Babytalk,
Gong,
Crooked Eye,
Television,
The Toasters,
Man Parrish,
Q and Not U,
Glenn Branca,
LL Cool J,
Cameo,
Rites of Spring,
Rufus Thomas,
The Skatalites,
Hashim,
Wings,
Nils Olav,
Scrapy,
Tres Demented,
The Searchers,
The Fuzztones,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.