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 Spokane.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 DJ Sneak to the grime 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
The Pop Group,
New Age Steppers,
Lalann,
Brass Construction,
New York Dolls,
Iggy Pop,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fat Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vladislav Delay,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Kinks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Second Layer,
The Divine Comedy,
kango's stein massive,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boogie Down Productions,
Angry Samoans,
Crooked Eye,
Barrington Levy,
Soul II Soul,
The Misunderstood,
Derrick May,
Stiv Bators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Das Ding,
Mo-Dettes,
Essential Logic,
Country Teasers,
Hardrive,
Section 25,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scion,
Lightning Bolt,
The Beau Brummels,
The Index,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Trumans Water,
Mandrill,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aural Exciters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radiohead,
Sarah Menescal,
Clear Light,
Marmalade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Henry Cow,
Echospace,
The Zeros,
E-Dancer,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cowsills,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.