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 Korea North and from London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mandrill to the dance 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Byrd,
X-102,
The Angels of Light,
Rakim,
Dave Gahan,
Marine Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Junior Murvin,
Fluxion,
Janne Schatter,
the Slits,
Absolute Body Control,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pylon,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Litter,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Gang Dance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fugazi,
Unwound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brick,
New Age Steppers,
Intrusion,
Darondo,
AZ,
Charles Mingus,
Ultra Naté,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kaleidoscope,
Alton Ellis,
James White and The Blacks,
This Heat,
Japan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bill Wells,
Kerri Chandler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
T.S.O.L.,
Scott Walker,
Rufus Thomas,
Nirvana,
Freddie Wadling,
Jacob Miller,
Moss Icon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soft Cell,
U.S. Maple,
The Doors,
Gang Starr,
Josef K,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neil Young,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barry Ungar,
Bush Tetras,
Fela Kuti,
Popol Vuh,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.