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 Guyana and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Nick Fraelich,
Dual Sessions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roy Ayers,
The Raincoats,
Donny Hathaway,
Wire,
Underground Resistance,
The Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Metal Thangz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Bananas,
The United States of America,
The Blues Magoos,
Electric Prunes,
Livin' Joy,
Jandek,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boz Scaggs,
Bad Manners,
Jeff Lynne,
Agent Orange,
Lucky Dragons,
Los Fastidios,
Rufus Thomas,
Silicon Teens,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oneida,
The Durutti Column,
Tommy Roe,
Susan Cadogan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Faraquet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New York Dolls,
Blake Baxter,
Steve Hackett,
Joensuu 1685,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The New Christs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sandy B,
Inner City,
Ituana,
Mission of Burma,
the Normal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Reuben Wilson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cowsills,
Moby Grape,
The Victims,
Mad Mike,
Warsaw,
Kas Product,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Litter,
In Retrospect,
Pulsallama,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.