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 Estonia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gang Starr to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Joey Negro,
Johnny Clarke,
Vainqueur,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Copeland,
Mandrill,
Gabor Szabo,
The Pop Group,
The Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Arcadia,
Technova,
The Victims,
Cybotron,
The Durutti Column,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Carl Craig,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Procol Harum,
Derrick May,
Fluxion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Unwound,
Bobby Womack,
Pussy Galore,
Liliput,
Lungfish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Charles Mingus,
Infiniti,
Agent Orange,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lakeside,
The Tremeloes,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Kinks,
Magma,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tom Boy,
The Count Five,
The Skatalites,
World's Most,
Sun Ra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amon Düül II,
Cameo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun City Girls,
The Gun Club,
H. Thieme,
Pole,
The Doors,
Darondo,
Rufus Thomas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New Age Steppers,
EPMD,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.