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 Russia and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Lindisfarne 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Carl Craig,
Johnny Clarke,
John Foxx,
Public Image Ltd.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fire Engines,
Nik Kershaw,
Rites of Spring,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lightning Bolt,
The Trojans,
Technova,
Bad Manners,
Harry Pussy,
Lalo Schifrin,
La Düsseldorf,
The Tremeloes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
48th St. Collective,
Unrelated Segments,
Inner City,
Vladislav Delay,
The Doobie Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy,
In Retrospect,
Pantaleimon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Altered Images,
Stereo Dub,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jandek,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Sheep,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed,
David McCallum,
The Wake,
The Names,
Fat Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Andrew Hill,
Gichy Dan,
The Kinks,
Davy DMX,
The Gap Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arab on Radar,
Cal Tjader,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neil Young,
Darondo,
Radiohead,
Vainqueur,
Charles Mingus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.