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 Angola and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Standells to the grunge 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glambeats Corp.,
a-ha,
Gang of Four,
Ice-T,
Scion,
Fugazi,
The Invisible,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Birthday Party,
Scrapy,
H. Thieme,
The Raincoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Organ,
Gang Starr,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Young Rascals,
Davy DMX,
Fear,
X-Ray Spex,
Rufus Thomas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skarface,
Q and Not U,
Unwound,
Zapp,
Kas Product,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mad Mike,
John Holt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alison Limerick,
Bob Dylan,
Tomorrow,
Dawn Penn,
the Bar-Kays,
Public Enemy,
the Swans,
Agitation Free,
Aswad,
Mandrill,
Todd Terry,
Jeff Mills,
Stereo Dub,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Audionom,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Bill Near,
The Trojans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cowsills,
Donald Byrd,
Talk Talk,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.