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 Guinea-Bissau and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Newcleus to the punk 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Green,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kevin Saunderson,
Youth Brigade,
Loose Ends,
Half Japanese,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Excepter,
The Moody Blues,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Average White Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Simply Red,
The Smoke,
Rufus Thomas,
Buzzcocks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David Axelrod,
Patti Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Remains,
Barry Ungar,
Bang On A Can,
Jawbox,
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Finger,
The Leaves,
L. Decosne,
Sandy B,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Görl,
Liliput,
Stereo Dub,
One Last Wish,
Tommy Roe,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minny Pops,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Starr,
Joey Negro,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Vogues,
Sun Ra,
The Selecter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ornette Coleman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Country Teasers,
Juan Atkins,
EPMD,
Severed Heads,
Livin' Joy,
In Retrospect,
The Fugs,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.