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 Papua New Guinea and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Slits to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Pole,
Japan,
Public Enemy,
Arcadia,
Livin' Joy,
Aaron Thompson,
Crash Course in Science,
Section 25,
Easy Going,
Bill Near,
David Axelrod,
DJ Style,
Andrew Hill,
UT,
Ornette Coleman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sarah Menescal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Porter Ricks,
Joe Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fela Kuti,
Moebius,
Morten Harket,
OOIOO,
Pere Ubu,
The Toasters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Derrick May,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter and Kerry,
Marc Almond,
Michelle Simonal,
Nils Olav,
Donald Byrd,
The Smiths,
Scion,
The Trojans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Parry Music,
Colin Newman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stiv Bators,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
These Immortal Souls,
Boz Scaggs,
Echospace,
The Moleskins,
Cameo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jacob Miller,
Fad Gadget,
FM Einheit,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rosa Yemen,
R.M.O.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Martian,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Walker Brothers,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.