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 Tajikistan and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Bob Dylan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Gichy Dan,
Alice Coltrane,
The Zeros,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Sherman,
Blossom Toes,
Mission of Burma,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
H. Thieme,
The Skatalites,
Mantronix,
Intrusion,
Buzzcocks,
Country Teasers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Technova,
Sandy B,
Darondo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aloha Tigers,
R.M.O.,
A Certain Ratio,
Negative Approach,
Swell Maps,
Hardrive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ponytail,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ken Boothe,
Funky Four + One,
Spandau Ballet,
Yaz,
Brass Construction,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed,
Masters at Work,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gap Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Warsaw,
Cheater Slicks,
Surgeon,
Von Mondo,
Tears for Fears,
Sixth Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Graham Central Station,
Saccharine Trust,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Massinfluence,
Joe Smooth,
Aswad,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Happenings,
The Count Five,
Section 25,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Metal Thangz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.