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 Malta and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Reagan Youth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Hardrive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
B.T. Express,
Nas,
Camberwell Now,
L. Decosne,
Infiniti,
The Real Kids,
Nick Fraelich,
K-Klass,
Mission of Burma,
The Names,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Reagan Youth,
Heaven 17,
Marmalade,
Visage,
a-ha,
World's Most,
Aaron Thompson,
Crash Course in Science,
The Knickerbockers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The New Christs,
Whodini,
Simply Red,
Sparks,
Iggy Pop,
Unrelated Segments,
Technova,
JFA,
Jandek,
Chris Corsano,
Ohio Players,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alice Coltrane,
Slick Rick,
Ice-T,
Echospace,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Television,
the Slits,
Trumans Water,
Idris Muhammad,
The Neon Judgement,
Underground Resistance,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Count Five,
New Order,
The Last Poets,
Intrusion,
Cal Tjader,
Minor Threat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Clear Light,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.