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 Tunisia and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Arab on Radar to the rap 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
The Mojo Men,
ABBA,
Iggy Pop,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rotary Connection,
China Crisis,
Neu!,
Laurel Aitken,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Masters at Work,
Thompson Twins,
The Residents,
The Fugs,
U.S. Maple,
Lalann,
X-Ray Spex,
Leonard Cohen,
Joyce Sims,
Graham Central Station,
Sonny Sharrock,
Porter Ricks,
Pantaleimon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kas Product,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Erykah Badu,
Vladislav Delay,
Dorothy Ashby,
Model 500,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Modern Lovers,
LL Cool J,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roy Ayers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Soft Cell,
Donny Hathaway,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amon Düül II,
Sexual Harrassment,
UT,
FM Einheit,
X-102,
Ossler,
Harmonia,
Little Man,
The Busters,
The Black Dice,
The Buckinghams,
MC5,
Infiniti,
The Beau Brummels,
Stetsasonic,
DJ Style,
World's Most,
The Sound,
Los Fastidios,
ABC,
Duran Duran,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.