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 New Zealand and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Donald Fagen 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 Invisible to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Lungfish,
Zero Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sparks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Angels of Light,
Slave,
The United States of America,
The Cure,
Cecil Taylor,
Theoretical Girls,
Harmonia,
Ohio Players,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rotary Connection,
The Sonics,
Dark Day,
Alison Limerick,
PIL,
Joe Smooth,
Barbara Tucker,
Vladislav Delay,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deakin,
Steve Hackett,
Minny Pops,
Bill Near,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Franke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Parry Music,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Starr,
Camberwell Now,
Rosa Yemen,
Unrelated Segments,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gap Band,
Lalann,
Henry Cow,
The Birthday Party,
Derrick May,
Crooked Eye,
Eddi Front,
Anakelly,
David Axelrod,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sonny Sharrock,
DJ Style,
New Age Steppers,
Blake Baxter,
Scion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.