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 Poland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rekid to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fear,
Traffic Nightmare,
Audionom,
X-102,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rufus Thomas,
Reagan Youth,
Cybotron,
Pole,
Minnie Riperton,
Oblivians,
Andrew Hill,
Dual Sessions,
Chrome,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Howard Jones,
the Germs,
Alton Ellis,
Swans,
Bang On A Can,
Charles Mingus,
Hot Snakes,
Suburban Knight,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sarah Menescal,
The Grass Roots,
The Durutti Column,
Cal Tjader,
Massinfluence,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thee Headcoats,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roy Ayers,
Todd Terry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jimmy McGriff,
Prince Buster,
Faraquet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camouflage,
Basic Channel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra,
The Moody Blues,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Wyatt,
Anthony Braxton,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Offenders,
One Last Wish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Buzzcocks,
Babytalk,
Eric Dolphy,
Sight & Sound,
Sparks,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.