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 Fiji and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 The Slackers to the disco 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Starr,
Qualms,
Graham Central Station,
Franke,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sparks,
Johnny Clarke,
Interpol,
The New Christs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Piero Umiliani,
Kool Moe Dee,
Das Ding,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mark Hollis,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sällskapet,
Michelle Simonal,
Bang On A Can,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Al Stewart,
Nirvana,
Stereo Dub,
Kas Product,
Kerrie Biddell,
Agent Orange,
Matthew Halsall,
The Slackers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Gang Dance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Görl,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
H. Thieme,
B.T. Express,
Ash Ra Tempel,
D'Angelo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Duran Duran,
Delta 5,
Rites of Spring,
Pylon,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Teasers,
Young Marble Giants,
Ken Boothe,
Bush Tetras,
EPMD,
Isaac Hayes,
The Golliwogs,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.