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 Jordan and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stetsasonic to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Amazonics,
The Neon Judgement,
La Düsseldorf,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brass Construction,
Silicon Teens,
Dark Day,
H. Thieme,
Public Enemy,
Cecil Taylor,
X-102,
the Slits,
The Seeds,
Simply Red,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rod Modell,
T. Rex,
the Bar-Kays,
Gabor Szabo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DNA,
Funky Four + One,
Faraquet,
Japan,
kango's stein massive,
Zapp,
The Residents,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Severed Heads,
X-Ray Spex,
Unwound,
The Barracudas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alison Limerick,
Crooked Eye,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cramps,
Roxette,
Joensuu 1685,
Cymande,
Rosa Yemen,
Smog,
Pharoah Sanders,
Michelle Simonal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Lydon,
Qualms,
The Remains,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lakeside,
Joe Smooth,
Kurtis Blow,
Schoolly D,
The Fall,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
LL Cool J,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.