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 Guyana and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 EPMD to the crunk 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Erykah Badu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fela Kuti,
Brass Construction,
New York Dolls,
Gabor Szabo,
Lower 48,
Harmonia,
the Germs,
Slave,
The Gap Band,
L. Decosne,
A Certain Ratio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dead Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pantytec,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Black Dice,
Stockholm Monsters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Popol Vuh,
Nirvana,
Aswad,
Procol Harum,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dead C,
Lakeside,
Sound Behaviour,
Fat Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
The Blues Magoos,
Barbara Tucker,
Hot Snakes,
Swans,
The Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Subhumans,
Ponytail,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
K-Klass,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Smog,
Rekid,
Los Fastidios,
Wire,
Zero Boys,
Tomorrow,
Carl Craig,
Bluetip,
Massinfluence,
Junior Murvin,
The Tremeloes,
Supertramp,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Slits,
Soul II Soul,
Cameo,
Camouflage,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.