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 Paraguay and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Star Department to the dance 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fall,
Liliput,
The Star Department,
Mary Jane Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Danielle Patucci,
Soft Cell,
Hoover,
Bauhaus,
Japan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arab on Radar,
Tom Boy,
Suicide,
Radiohead,
Ice-T,
The Gories,
Arcadia,
Peter and Kerry,
Charles Mingus,
Dual Sessions,
Khruangbin,
Cal Tjader,
Stiv Bators,
Intrusion,
The Trojans,
New York Dolls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sister Nancy,
Roxette,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jacob Miller,
Niagra,
Soft Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Grauzone,
F. McDonald,
Babytalk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skaos,
Zero Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Underground Resistance,
Dennis Brown,
Scrapy,
Bad Manners,
Youth Brigade,
Anthony Braxton,
The Last Poets,
Toni Rubio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Piero Umiliani,
the Swans,
Tres Demented,
Absolute Body Control,
Fela Kuti,
Faraquet,
Black Moon,
MC5,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.