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 Marshall Islands and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Symarip to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
The Last Poets,
The Beau Brummels,
La Düsseldorf,
Grey Daturas,
Black Sheep,
Essential Logic,
Black Pus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Shoche,
Faraquet,
The Seeds,
The United States of America,
Stiv Bators,
Andrew Hill,
DJ Sneak,
X-102,
Soft Cell,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul II Soul,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stereo Dub,
The Mummies,
Rotary Connection,
Das Ding,
Morten Harket,
Bad Manners,
Black Flag,
Ralphi Rosario,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sarah Menescal,
Roxette,
Arthur Verocai,
Yazoo,
U.S. Maple,
Black Moon,
Q and Not U,
Cameo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wally Richardson,
Malaria!,
Maleditus Sound,
Chrome,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Wyatt,
Massinfluence,
Carl Craig,
the Sonics,
Radio Birdman,
Hashim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eden Ahbez,
Boredoms,
Spoonie Gee,
Organ,
Roxy Music,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Leaves,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.