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 Croatia and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 Peter and Kerry to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Man Eating Sloth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Stooges,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flipper,
Kurtis Blow,
Ohio Players,
cv313,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang of Four,
The Barracudas,
JFA,
Youth Brigade,
Nirvana,
Sarah Menescal,
La Düsseldorf,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Depeche Mode,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Connie Case,
The Martian,
Tom Boy,
Suicide,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Starr,
Arab on Radar,
Sex Pistols,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hot Snakes,
Matthew Halsall,
Delta 5,
The Gun Club,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sonic Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Traffic Nightmare,
The Residents,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marine Girls,
Audionom,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Index,
Fela Kuti,
Glenn Branca,
Ronnie Foster,
Blossom Toes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marvin Gaye,
Pet Shop Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
New York Dolls,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.