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 Jordan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wake to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rosa Yemen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sister Nancy,
Jacques Brel,
Nick Fraelich,
Smog,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Cale,
Metal Thangz,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Hood,
Mary Jane Girls,
F. McDonald,
Gong,
The Invisible,
Crime,
New Age Steppers,
Faust,
Lyres,
Model 500,
Neu!,
Ice-T,
The Gap Band,
Hashim,
Tres Demented,
Junior Murvin,
The Blues Magoos,
Pierre Henry,
Animal Collective,
Byron Stingily,
The Associates,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Litter,
Interpol,
Prince Buster,
The Five Americans,
Charles Mingus,
Man Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scratch Acid,
Cybotron,
Cecil Taylor,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Buckinghams,
48th St. Collective,
Infiniti,
Malaria!,
Make Up,
These Immortal Souls,
Au Pairs,
David Axelrod,
Los Fastidios,
Josef K,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cameo,
A Certain Ratio,
Tomorrow,
Tom Boy,
The Residents,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.