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 Australia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 The Index to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Donny Hathaway,
Fugazi,
Robert Wyatt,
Massinfluence,
The Associates,
Bobby Sherman,
The Grass Roots,
CMW,
E-Dancer,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moby Grape,
Faraquet,
Aural Exciters,
Byron Stingily,
Supertramp,
Ponytail,
The Martian,
Saccharine Trust,
Wolf Eyes,
Joey Negro,
Erasure,
Cybotron,
The Searchers,
Ultra Naté,
Minutemen,
Maurizio,
Todd Terry,
Yusef Lateef,
Mantronix,
Jawbox,
Fatback Band,
The Litter,
Bill Near,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Eating Sloth,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Real Kids,
Mandrill,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Freddie Wadling,
Aaron Thompson,
Yaz,
Lou Christie,
Rekid,
Spoonie Gee,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
the Human League,
Chrome,
The Pretty Things,
Junior Murvin,
June Days,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Coltrane,
Janne Schatter,
Joyce Sims,
Mission of Burma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.