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 Guinea and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Anakelly to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Andrew Hill,
Amon Düül,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultravox,
Ultra Naté,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oblivians,
Althea and Donna,
Public Enemy,
Eurythmics,
Section 25,
The Cure,
Ronan,
The Toasters,
Procol Harum,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Foxx,
Bobby Byrd,
Amon Düül II,
Mars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Trumans Water,
Joe Smooth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New York Dolls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gories,
Kerri Chandler,
Rakim,
The Young Rascals,
The Dirtbombs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Iggy Pop,
Hot Snakes,
UT,
Anthony Braxton,
10cc,
Q65,
The Divine Comedy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Au Pairs,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mr. Review,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Seeds,
K-Klass,
Outsiders,
Liliput,
T.S.O.L.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Infiniti,
Man Parrish,
Piero Umiliani,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.