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 Mali and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Remains to the rap 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Symarip,
Country Teasers,
Todd Terry,
Ohio Players,
Shoche,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dark Day,
Marvin Gaye,
The Associates,
Deepchord,
Man Parrish,
Eden Ahbez,
Amazonics,
Anakelly,
Archie Shepp,
The Offenders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Young Rascals,
Ossler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kas Product,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tom Boy,
Barbara Tucker,
Radiohead,
Erykah Badu,
H. Thieme,
The Moody Blues,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bluetip,
Cluster,
Arthur Verocai,
Maurizio,
Lower 48,
The Motions,
Sound Behaviour,
Fugazi,
Ten City,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Magazine,
T.S.O.L.,
Television Personalities,
Mandrill,
Underground Resistance,
The Toasters,
Wings,
Ultra Naté,
World's Most,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Slave,
The Selecter,
Soft Machine,
Swans,
Brothers Johnson,
Niagra,
Gichy Dan,
Schoolly D,
Rotary Connection,
MDC,
The Fire Engines,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.