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 Austria and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the electroclash 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! 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?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Golliwogs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Reuben Wilson,
the Germs,
Malaria!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eddi Front,
Toni Rubio,
Crash Course in Science,
Jacques Brel,
Quantec,
X-Ray Spex,
Curtis Mayfield,
Faraquet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ossler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marc Almond,
Josef K,
Flash Fearless,
Anakelly,
Fat Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Interpol,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fortunes,
Scan 7,
Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Shoche,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Smog,
Sex Pistols,
Alton Ellis,
Ice-T,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DNA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Moon,
Banda Bassotti,
kango's stein massive,
Dawn Penn,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tim Buckley,
Zapp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Names,
Circle Jerks,
The Star Department,
H. Thieme,
Bizarre Inc.,
10cc,
The Slits,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.