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 Mongolia and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Reagan Youth to the techno 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter and Kerry,
Tubeway Army,
Bauhaus,
Pussy Galore,
Jawbox,
Bluetip,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arab on Radar,
The Blues Magoos,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oneida,
Crime,
Pantytec,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hoover,
Ronnie Foster,
Procol Harum,
Hasil Adkins,
Gong,
F. McDonald,
The Offenders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Q and Not U,
Jerry's Kids,
The Monks,
Nik Kershaw,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Royal Trux,
Idris Muhammad,
Laurel Aitken,
Sonic Youth,
Man Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
48th St. Collective,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Skatalites,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Delta 5,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ponytail,
Alice Coltrane,
Zapp,
La Düsseldorf,
The Trojans,
Moebius,
Wings,
Magma,
The Saints,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lower 48,
Shoche,
The Searchers,
The Busters,
the Bar-Kays,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.