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 Chad and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Subhumans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Fela Kuti,
Blake Baxter,
Boredoms,
Los Fastidios,
David Axelrod,
Stereo Dub,
Davy DMX,
Anakelly,
Agent Orange,
Groovy Waters,
Toni Rubio,
Second Layer,
Tommy Roe,
Mandrill,
The Leaves,
the Swans,
Buzzcocks,
Soul II Soul,
the Germs,
The Remains,
Ultra Naté,
The Associates,
Kenny Larkin,
Moby Grape,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alice Coltrane,
Don Cherry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Basic Channel,
New Age Steppers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed,
Guru Guru,
Ten City,
Colin Newman,
Mars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Piero Umiliani,
Severed Heads,
Desert Stars,
Mad Mike,
The Misunderstood,
Mark Hollis,
Gregory Isaacs,
DJ Sneak,
Aural Exciters,
Arthur Verocai,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric Dolphy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Human League,
Warren Ellis,
Altered Images,
The Alarm Clocks,
Interpol,
Hashim,
Sister Nancy,
Pussy Galore,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.