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 Philippines and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 China Crisis to the jazz 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Underground Resistance,
Massinfluence,
T.S.O.L.,
The American Breed,
Drexciya,
Babytalk,
Joe Smooth,
Brick,
X-102,
Symarip,
Talk Talk,
The Fugs,
Andrew Hill,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed,
MC5,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Index,
Warren Ellis,
The Mummies,
Yazoo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cure,
Pierre Henry,
D'Angelo,
Blossom Toes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harry Pussy,
Jacob Miller,
The Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Franke,
Tim Buckley,
Janne Schatter,
The Dead C,
Brothers Johnson,
The Saints,
Half Japanese,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Hood,
Echospace,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mad Mike,
Idris Muhammad,
Chrome,
Lakeside,
Yusef Lateef,
Soft Machine,
The Busters,
Bill Wells,
Rotary Connection,
The Litter,
Altered Images,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Frankie Knuckles,
In Retrospect,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.