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 Marshall Islands and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Deepchord to the rap 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
New Age Steppers,
Quando Quango,
Audionom,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deadbeat,
Altered Images,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Angels of Light,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cymande,
The Searchers,
Parry Music,
Black Sheep,
The Five Americans,
The Fortunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Evens,
Lucky Dragons,
Los Fastidios,
Wings,
Patti Smith,
June of 44,
Ronnie Foster,
Negative Approach,
Soft Cell,
Terry Callier,
Outsiders,
New York Dolls,
Pylon,
Pere Ubu,
Crime,
Q65,
The American Breed,
The Black Dice,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DJ Sneak,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amon Düül,
Slick Rick,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Names,
Josef K,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Walker Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mojo Men,
The Count Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sällskapet,
K-Klass,
The Sonics,
Ludus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bauhaus,
Thee Headcoats,
Bootsy Collins,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.