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 Dominican Republic and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Victims to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Roxette,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dual Sessions,
Bootsy Collins,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Wake,
China Crisis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Television Personalities,
H. Thieme,
UT,
The Stooges,
Newcleus,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Green,
Janne Schatter,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare,
The Dirtbombs,
Drexciya,
Brick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric Dolphy,
Masters at Work,
The Fall,
The Fire Engines,
Soft Machine,
CMW,
Boredoms,
the Bar-Kays,
Urselle,
Anthony Braxton,
The Five Americans,
Freddie Wadling,
MDC,
Charles Mingus,
PIL,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
The Remains,
Leonard Cohen,
the Normal,
The Associates,
Byron Stingily,
Camberwell Now,
Michelle Simonal,
June of 44,
Guru Guru,
Duran Duran,
John Lydon,
Procol Harum,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camouflage,
Kenny Larkin,
Tomorrow,
Rapeman,
Radiohead,
Monolake,
Anakelly,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.