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 Andorra and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the grime 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skriet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Steve Hackett,
Technova,
The Velvet Underground,
Alphaville,
Black Bananas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Birthday Party,
Derrick May,
L. Decosne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gories,
Kayak,
Ossler,
Slave,
Gang of Four,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Flag,
Camouflage,
Cecil Taylor,
Pylon,
the Sonics,
Laurel Aitken,
Camberwell Now,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arthur Verocai,
Liliput,
Kurtis Blow,
John Lydon,
Thee Headcoats,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bill Wells,
Matthew Bourne,
CMW,
Desert Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
Duran Duran,
EPMD,
Essential Logic,
Lalann,
Graham Central Station,
Eli Mardock,
David McCallum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Goldenarms,
Underground Resistance,
The Misunderstood,
The Fugs,
Animal Collective,
Boogie Down Productions,
The United States of America,
Angry Samoans,
a-ha,
Negative Approach,
Aswad,
Rosa Yemen,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.