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 Sri Lanka and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Outsiders to the jazz 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Niagra,
The Leaves,
Pulsallama,
Sonny Sharrock,
Todd Terry,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Moody Blues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Knickerbockers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wire,
The Cramps,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quantec,
H. Thieme,
The Happenings,
John Lydon,
Oneida,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Buzzcocks,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Toasters,
The Vogues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nas,
Sound Behaviour,
Rekid,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sight & Sound,
Eli Mardock,
The American Breed,
Rod Modell,
Boz Scaggs,
Fugazi,
X-102,
Hashim,
Khruangbin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Half Japanese,
Gang of Four,
Faraquet,
the Slits,
Sarah Menescal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Standells,
Lou Christie,
Rites of Spring,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Popol Vuh,
The Move,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
Parry Music,
L. Decosne,
the Germs,
John Holt,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.