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 Czech Republic and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Fad Gadget to the grunge 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
L. Decosne,
Ice-T,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Steve Hackett,
Sixth Finger,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Modern Lovers,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Womack,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Hill,
Howard Jones,
Al Stewart,
Arab on Radar,
The Electric Prunes,
Intrusion,
Tomorrow,
Wings,
Aural Exciters,
Model 500,
Tubeway Army,
X-102,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stockholm Monsters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Pop Group,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Christie,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ituana,
Davy DMX,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rapeman,
Ronan,
Fela Kuti,
Brick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quando Quango,
Todd Terry,
Roger Hodgson,
The Pretty Things,
Harmonia,
Marc Almond,
cv313,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Divine Comedy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Circle Jerks,
Nils Olav,
Amon Düül II,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donald Byrd,
Pussy Galore,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.