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 Cambodia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Excepter to the techno 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Donny Hathaway,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Buckinghams,
Barbara Tucker,
DNA,
Aswad,
Flipper,
Judy Mowatt,
China Crisis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Pus,
Animal Collective,
Roxette,
Barry Ungar,
The Birthday Party,
Peter & Gordon,
Q65,
Country Teasers,
The Electric Prunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Leonard Cohen,
Stereo Dub,
Wire,
Ice-T,
Supertramp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ken Boothe,
Todd Terry,
The Sonics,
The Victims,
LL Cool J,
Trumans Water,
kango's stein massive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mr. Review,
Eric Copeland,
Jeff Mills,
Agent Orange,
Jawbox,
Depeche Mode,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mantronix,
Section 25,
The Star Department,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Real Kids,
Skriet,
David Bowie,
Bootsy Collins,
The Slits,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fear,
The Monks,
The Zeros,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amazonics,
John Lydon,
Basic Channel,
Infiniti,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.