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 India and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
The Detroit Cobras,
Magazine,
Cluster,
The Standells,
Bauhaus,
World's Most,
Skriet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Sherman,
Alison Limerick,
The Monks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Michelle Simonal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Germs,
The Last Poets,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
L. Decosne,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pussy Galore,
Alice Coltrane,
Von Mondo,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare,
Bob Dylan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radio Birdman,
Althea and Donna,
The Five Americans,
Make Up,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mark Hollis,
Cybotron,
Matthew Halsall,
Marvin Gaye,
Josef K,
Amazonics,
Sonic Youth,
the Normal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Smog,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crooked Eye,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erasure,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The American Breed,
Echospace,
Soft Cell,
The Zeros,
The Gladiators,
Circle Jerks,
Sällskapet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scratch Acid,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.