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 Liberia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Flag to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hot Snakes,
Minutemen,
Aural Exciters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minor Threat,
Roxy Music,
Monolake,
Yazoo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rapeman,
Bootsy Collins,
The Index,
The Music Machine,
Brick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sällskapet,
Second Layer,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stereo Dub,
Slave,
The Misunderstood,
Dennis Brown,
Michelle Simonal,
Derrick Morgan,
Das Ding,
Johnny Clarke,
D'Angelo,
Tres Demented,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eurythmics,
Rod Modell,
The Tremeloes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ronnie Foster,
Minny Pops,
Ludus,
Smog,
These Immortal Souls,
Intrusion,
Eddi Front,
Ralphi Rosario,
Technova,
Gregory Isaacs,
Judy Mowatt,
The Victims,
Symarip,
The Martian,
Funkadelic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Livin' Joy,
The Moleskins,
Franke,
The Pop Group,
The Move,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MDC,
Eden Ahbez,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.