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 Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Arab on Radar 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Joensuu 1685,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Moon,
Newcleus,
Lindisfarne,
These Immortal Souls,
Jacob Miller,
Blancmange,
Au Pairs,
Robert Hood,
Erykah Badu,
The Music Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dark Day,
DNA,
The Selecter,
Kurtis Blow,
Susan Cadogan,
Eli Mardock,
The Raincoats,
Zero Boys,
New York Dolls,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Young Rascals,
H. Thieme,
Camouflage,
Althea and Donna,
The Gap Band,
cv313,
The Toasters,
Davy DMX,
Radiohead,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tomorrow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lower 48,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lucky Dragons,
JFA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Angels of Light,
Scrapy,
Oneida,
Donald Byrd,
The Knickerbockers,
Glenn Branca,
the Fania All-Stars,
Malaria!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harry Pussy,
kango's stein massive,
Amazonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Wyatt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quando Quango,
Barrington Levy,
Marmalade,
Boz Scaggs,
Nas,
The Gun Club,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.