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 Micronesia and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Curtis Mayfield to the funk 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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Ken Boothe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Clear Light,
The Gun Club,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Parry Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Desert Stars,
Hot Snakes,
The Remains,
Buzzcocks,
Roxy Music,
Mark Hollis,
The Neon Judgement,
Boredoms,
Black Sheep,
Popol Vuh,
Kenny Larkin,
Rites of Spring,
Terry Callier,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rosa Yemen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thompson Twins,
The Move,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gabor Szabo,
Severed Heads,
Audionom,
Eden Ahbez,
Trumans Water,
Das Ding,
Hasil Adkins,
The Happenings,
Henry Cow,
Robert Wyatt,
Glenn Branca,
The Young Rascals,
The Pop Group,
Kerrie Biddell,
Suicide,
Arab on Radar,
Fat Boys,
The Moleskins,
Organ,
Letta Mbulu,
Liliput,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fuzztones,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultravox,
D'Angelo,
Fatback Band,
Funky Four + One,
Altered Images,
Don Cherry,
Peter & Gordon,
Lalann,
The Monochrome Set,
The Motions,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.