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 Honduras and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the funk 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Skaos,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Von Mondo,
John Coltrane,
The Real Kids,
Sonic Youth,
Motorama,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Al Stewart,
The Count Five,
Faraquet,
Hashim,
Easy Going,
Swans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Zero Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Happenings,
Ice-T,
Saccharine Trust,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Goldenarms,
Sister Nancy,
Nik Kershaw,
The Associates,
Sandy B,
X-Ray Spex,
Lakeside,
Mantronix,
The Gories,
Judy Mowatt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
This Heat,
Cymande,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mission of Burma,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Arcadia,
Oblivians,
Pole,
Sugar Minott,
Lee Hazlewood,
Freddie Wadling,
David McCallum,
Radiopuhelimet,
Loose Ends,
Vainqueur,
the Slits,
Mandrill,
Second Layer,
Harry Pussy,
Johnny Osbourne,
T.S.O.L.,
the Bar-Kays,
Hoover,
David Bowie,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül II,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dirtbombs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.