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 Guatemala and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Arthur Verocai to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
The Pop Group,
Television,
Massinfluence,
Mandrill,
R.M.O.,
Neil Young,
Rosa Yemen,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Style,
Alton Ellis,
Electric Prunes,
Crooked Eye,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DNA,
UT,
Howard Jones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cowsills,
World's Most,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rotary Connection,
Minnie Riperton,
David Bowie,
Quadrant,
Maleditus Sound,
Q65,
Essential Logic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
The New Christs,
Erasure,
The Toasters,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed,
Rhythm & Sound,
Accadde A,
MC5,
June Days,
Pere Ubu,
The Fuzztones,
The Real Kids,
Joyce Sims,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cheater Slicks,
Scion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonny Sharrock,
The American Breed,
Monolake,
The Remains,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry's Kids,
The Associates,
Davy DMX,
Mad Mike,
D'Angelo,
Thompson Twins,
Eli Mardock,
Cymande,
Zapp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.