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 Antigua and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Television to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeff Mills,
Index,
Nirvana,
Erasure,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Archie Shepp,
Flamin' Groovies,
F. McDonald,
Judy Mowatt,
kango's stein massive,
Harmonia,
Patti Smith,
Simply Red,
Black Flag,
Porter Ricks,
Thee Headcoats,
Dark Day,
Inner City,
Kenny Larkin,
Can,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crime,
The Standells,
Royal Trux,
Icehouse,
D'Angelo,
Main Source,
Mission of Burma,
Freddie Wadling,
Q65,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deepchord,
Sound Behaviour,
The Index,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric Copeland,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Byrd,
Fatback Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Slave,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Hood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Second Layer,
Pagans,
Wings,
X-102,
Aural Exciters,
Outsiders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jawbox,
Donny Hathaway,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.