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 Philippines and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Barry Ungar to the crunk 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Golliwogs,
T.S.O.L.,
Erykah Badu,
10cc,
Los Fastidios,
The Last Poets,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ken Boothe,
Max Romeo,
Warren Ellis,
Bronski Beat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
FM Einheit,
Junior Murvin,
Marine Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lower 48,
China Crisis,
Heaven 17,
Harmonia,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
OOIOO,
Magma,
David Axelrod,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kerri Chandler,
Fela Kuti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sam Rivers,
Radiohead,
Joensuu 1685,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Womack,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nils Olav,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vladislav Delay,
Fat Boys,
John Foxx,
E-Dancer,
Shoche,
Crash Course in Science,
Loose Ends,
The Associates,
Soul II Soul,
The Walker Brothers,
Urselle,
Brass Construction,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Depeche Mode,
Johnny Osbourne,
One Last Wish,
The Standells,
Rosa Yemen,
Piero Umiliani,
Kerrie Biddell,
Slave,
Terrestrial Tones,
D'Angelo,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.