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 Slovenia and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Nick Fraelich to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wings,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pole,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Music Machine,
Max Romeo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kas Product,
ABC,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cybotron,
Cymande,
Sparks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joe Smooth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
8 Eyed Spy,
World's Most,
The Neon Judgement,
Underground Resistance,
D'Angelo,
Ponytail,
Marcia Griffiths,
Isaac Hayes,
Warsaw,
the Swans,
Ken Boothe,
Bauhaus,
Negative Approach,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blake Baxter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fela Kuti,
The Index,
the Sonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stetsasonic,
Bronski Beat,
Crash Course in Science,
Eurythmics,
The Associates,
Simply Red,
The Blackbyrds,
Fatback Band,
Mark Hollis,
Flash Fearless,
The Smoke,
Crime,
The Slackers,
Robert Görl,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Liliput,
Livin' Joy,
Talk Talk,
U.S. Maple,
Animal Collective,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.