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 Eritrea and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Chris & Cosey to the crunk 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Television,
The Mummies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Youth Brigade,
Sister Nancy,
Davy DMX,
Section 25,
Los Fastidios,
Big Daddy Kane,
Monolake,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Angry Samoans,
Heaven 17,
Interpol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sarah Menescal,
Pylon,
Metal Thangz,
Au Pairs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aural Exciters,
Yusef Lateef,
Adolescents,
John Lydon,
Connie Case,
Josef K,
KRS-One,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Monks,
Wasted Youth,
Pussy Galore,
The Raincoats,
Wire,
Magma,
L. Decosne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gerry Rafferty,
MDC,
Television Personalities,
Smog,
Quando Quango,
Fatback Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Clear Light,
Hot Snakes,
World's Most,
Shoche,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flipper,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Letta Mbulu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Donny Hathaway,
Nils Olav,
Fluxion,
Q and Not U,
Das Ding,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.