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 Monaco and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Robert Palmer 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 Janne Schatter to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Kaleidoscope,
Negative Approach,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Modern Lovers,
Albert Ayler,
A Certain Ratio,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mojo Men,
John Cale,
Davy DMX,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jacob Miller,
the Bar-Kays,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Style,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David McCallum,
Bill Wells,
Amon Düül II,
Pierre Henry,
The Real Kids,
Alice Coltrane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Trojans,
Ice-T,
Bad Manners,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brass Construction,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
kango's stein massive,
Laurel Aitken,
Lungfish,
The Walker Brothers,
Unwound,
Eurythmics,
Aswad,
The Techniques,
the Normal,
Vladislav Delay,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fire Engines,
The Buckinghams,
Aural Exciters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Byron Stingily,
Carl Craig,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
New York Dolls,
The Associates,
H. Thieme,
Marine Girls,
The Smoke,
Crispian St. Peters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Andrew Hill,
Blake Baxter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.