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 Dominican Republic and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kerrie Biddell to the rap 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
LL Cool J,
The Seeds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pere Ubu,
Can,
L. Decosne,
Harry Pussy,
The Remains,
Archie Shepp,
Inner City,
The Happenings,
Technova,
The Golliwogs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tears for Fears,
Desert Stars,
Pierre Henry,
Man Eating Sloth,
David Axelrod,
Mad Mike,
Warren Ellis,
Livin' Joy,
Siglo XX,
Boz Scaggs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Move,
Spoonie Gee,
Y Pants,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Victims,
Letta Mbulu,
48th St. Collective,
Lungfish,
Radiopuhelimet,
New York Dolls,
Mandrill,
The Monks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joe Smooth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter & Gordon,
The Divine Comedy,
Kaleidoscope,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Byrd,
Crash Course in Science,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soul II Soul,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Pus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
CMW,
Essential Logic,
Junior Murvin,
Grauzone,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.