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 Hungary and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rapeman to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bang On A Can,
the Association,
The Wake,
Joensuu 1685,
Index,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare,
Cluster,
The Busters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Bananas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rosa Yemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The J.B.'s,
Barry Ungar,
Skarface,
The Skatalites,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pagans,
The Stooges,
Juan Atkins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Theoretical Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joy Division,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Terry,
Brick,
La Düsseldorf,
Malaria!,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alton Ellis,
Scan 7,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Television Personalities,
The Trojans,
Aloha Tigers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Doors,
Sixth Finger,
Hoover,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lungfish,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dirtbombs,
The Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ornette Coleman,
Shuggie Otis,
Spoonie Gee,
Niagra,
Bobby Womack,
Nico,
Harmonia,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.