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 Belarus and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 David Bowie 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 Pantaleimon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Nico,
Faust,
Josef K,
K-Klass,
Boz Scaggs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Technova,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
FM Einheit,
Cameo,
Joensuu 1685,
Desert Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Hashim,
Rakim,
Tim Buckley,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
kango's stein massive,
Rosa Yemen,
the Bar-Kays,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Smiths,
Lungfish,
Jeff Mills,
Zero Boys,
The Cure,
Yaz,
Archie Shepp,
Fluxion,
LL Cool J,
Juan Atkins,
Metal Thangz,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Wake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Monolake,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barbara Tucker,
Toni Rubio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Siglo XX,
The Five Americans,
Stetsasonic,
The United States of America,
Alton Ellis,
Bauhaus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reagan Youth,
Dawn Penn,
Slave,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ludus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Section 25,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fortunes,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.