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 United Kingdom and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
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 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Sam Rivers to the dance 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Music Machine,
Ronan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Black Dice,
Fugazi,
FM Einheit,
cv313,
The Litter,
Aswad,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deakin,
Cecil Taylor,
Boz Scaggs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cheater Slicks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wasted Youth,
The United States of America,
T.S.O.L.,
The Slackers,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Martian,
DNA,
Fatback Band,
The Evens,
Index,
Jawbox,
Dawn Penn,
Max Romeo,
Visage,
The Gladiators,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Davy DMX,
Barbara Tucker,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grey Daturas,
Soulsonic Force,
Duran Duran,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
H. Thieme,
Organ,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Josef K,
Swell Maps,
Derrick May,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tom Boy,
Ronnie Foster,
X-101,
Henry Cow,
The Pretty Things,
The Move,
Inner City,
Cybotron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Carl Craig,
James White and The Blacks,
Cameo,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.