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 Uzbekistan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 48th St. Collective to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cecil Taylor,
Agent Orange,
Monolake,
Thompson Twins,
Fluxion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Swell Maps,
Porter Ricks,
Ronan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Association,
The Associates,
Dawn Penn,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Pus,
R.M.O.,
Charles Mingus,
AZ,
Wings,
The Music Machine,
Pantytec,
Bang On A Can,
Joy Division,
Bluetip,
Rosa Yemen,
Lalann,
Crime,
MC5,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hashim,
Tres Demented,
LL Cool J,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Wyatt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dead Boys,
The Raincoats,
Crash Course in Science,
Angry Samoans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blancmange,
Blossom Toes,
Sound Behaviour,
Freddie Wadling,
Circle Jerks,
The Fire Engines,
Kool Moe Dee,
Slick Rick,
Michelle Simonal,
the Sonics,
The Seeds,
Barry Ungar,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deepchord,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.