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 Bahrain and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Donald Byrd to the rock 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Marmalade,
Tres Demented,
KRS-One,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eve St. Jones,
Main Source,
Slave,
Nico,
This Heat,
The Mojo Men,
Fear,
E-Dancer,
Au Pairs,
JFA,
Eric Dolphy,
Fad Gadget,
Charles Mingus,
Cymande,
Y Pants,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sandy B,
Gang Starr,
Rod Modell,
48th St. Collective,
Neil Young,
Half Japanese,
Mantronix,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Essential Logic,
Depeche Mode,
T.S.O.L.,
The Moleskins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
June Days,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hardrive,
Maleditus Sound,
Shoche,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ronnie Foster,
Al Stewart,
Bad Manners,
Albert Ayler,
Country Teasers,
Lalann,
Nik Kershaw,
Ken Boothe,
Barbara Tucker,
Yellowson,
Chris & Cosey,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hot Snakes,
Quando Quango,
Ten City,
Archie Shepp,
Infiniti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ossler,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.