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 Palau and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gang of Four to the grime 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Grauzone,
The Count Five,
Infiniti,
Subhumans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bang On A Can,
Cal Tjader,
Rosa Yemen,
La Düsseldorf,
Alphaville,
Whodini,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Q and Not U,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dark Day,
Minnie Riperton,
Boredoms,
Fela Kuti,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Gang Dance,
Davy DMX,
Sandy B,
Joe Smooth,
the Sonics,
Motorama,
DNA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Warren Ellis,
David McCallum,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Animal Collective,
Sun City Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Prince Buster,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Smog,
X-Ray Spex,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Index,
The Golliwogs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Leonard Cohen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New Age Steppers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Techniques,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Smoke,
Glambeats Corp.,
China Crisis,
Joyce Sims,
Amazonics,
Moss Icon,
The Sonics,
John Holt,
Funky Four + One,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.