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 Mongolia and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Golliwogs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Sneak,
Pere Ubu,
Ten City,
Monks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ponytail,
The Buckinghams,
Soul II Soul,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bush Tetras,
Derrick Morgan,
The Offenders,
Royal Trux,
Gabor Szabo,
Amazonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
A Certain Ratio,
Delta 5,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nils Olav,
Bluetip,
Wasted Youth,
Funkadelic,
Jandek,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Carl Craig,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lalo Schifrin,
Max Romeo,
Von Mondo,
New York Dolls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Howard Jones,
Eden Ahbez,
K-Klass,
Electric Prunes,
Quadrant,
Blancmange,
The Barracudas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arcadia,
Urselle,
Duran Duran,
Panda Bear,
John Foxx,
Echospace,
Intrusion,
La Düsseldorf,
Patti Smith,
Japan,
Loose Ends,
Mr. Review,
D'Angelo,
Mad Mike,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gong,
Rakim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.