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 Cameroon and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Morten Harket 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Suburban Knight,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Althea and Donna,
Prince Buster,
Michelle Simonal,
Nirvana,
The Smoke,
Iggy Pop,
The Mummies,
The Standells,
Mark Hollis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Trojans,
Sparks,
Scan 7,
the Association,
Dorothy Ashby,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rosa Yemen,
Terry Callier,
The Seeds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Audionom,
Nico,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arab on Radar,
The Blackbyrds,
Soft Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Peter & Gordon,
Thee Headcoats,
Cecil Taylor,
The Modern Lovers,
The Saints,
Black Sheep,
Henry Cow,
Alton Ellis,
Mad Mike,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brass Construction,
R.M.O.,
A Certain Ratio,
The Remains,
Con Funk Shun,
Wally Richardson,
Eve St. Jones,
Cymande,
Lightning Bolt,
Andrew Hill,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dead Boys,
June Days,
Bobby Byrd,
U.S. Maple,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Starr,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.