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 Ecuador and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 R.M.O. to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ornette Coleman,
Barbara Tucker,
The Monochrome Set,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marmalade,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Happenings,
Kerri Chandler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Man Parrish,
The Young Rascals,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric B and Rakim,
Henry Cow,
Glenn Branca,
Reuben Wilson,
Buzzcocks,
Isaac Hayes,
Moebius,
Electric Prunes,
Severed Heads,
Infiniti,
Heaven 17,
Mo-Dettes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Busters,
Eurythmics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Half Japanese,
Metal Thangz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Byrd,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Maleditus Sound,
Davy DMX,
China Crisis,
John Coltrane,
Magazine,
DJ Style,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Pop Group,
Janne Schatter,
Echospace,
The Searchers,
The Skatalites,
Lakeside,
Cymande,
Eric Dolphy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fugs,
Negative Approach,
Eyeless In Gaza,
EPMD,
Qualms,
Robert Görl,
Masters at Work,
Wally Richardson,
Royal Trux,
Quantec,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.