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 Korea North and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Fugazi to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Scrapy,
Bill Wells,
Letta Mbulu,
Brass Construction,
Davy DMX,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Evens,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Althea and Donna,
Carl Craig,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Howard Jones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Slick Rick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Zapp,
The Pretty Things,
Pole,
Roy Ayers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arcadia,
Aaron Thompson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amon Düül,
Minnie Riperton,
Spoonie Gee,
Eli Mardock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sound Behaviour,
Leonard Cohen,
Ten City,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joensuu 1685,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grauzone,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flipper,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Qualms,
Mo-Dettes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fugazi,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sällskapet,
The Real Kids,
Lalann,
Fluxion,
The Star Department,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roger Hodgson,
Guru Guru,
FM Einheit,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lalo Schifrin,
T. Rex,
Susan Cadogan,
The Smiths,
Mars,
The Tremeloes,
F. McDonald,
Stiv Bators,
The Raincoats,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.