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 Serbia and from New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tropical Tobacco to the rap 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Sonic Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
One Last Wish,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare,
La Düsseldorf,
Saccharine Trust,
Public Enemy,
Stetsasonic,
Flipper,
Rakim,
Erykah Badu,
DJ Style,
Rufus Thomas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alison Limerick,
Derrick May,
Robert Hood,
Sparks,
Black Moon,
Inner City,
Matthew Bourne,
Soft Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
Nick Fraelich,
Index,
Curtis Mayfield,
Piero Umiliani,
The Tremeloes,
U.S. Maple,
China Crisis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Shoche,
the Bar-Kays,
Aural Exciters,
Derrick Morgan,
Kurtis Blow,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gun Club,
The Sound,
The Human League,
Nas,
The Doobie Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bill Wells,
Half Japanese,
Robert Wyatt,
Altered Images,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camouflage,
The Wake,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Can,
Masters at Work,
Depeche Mode,
Quantec,
Gil Scott Heron,
Byron Stingily,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.