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 Denmark and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the grime 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
The J.B.'s,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Susan Cadogan,
Massinfluence,
Tomorrow,
Wire,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Anakelly,
The Toasters,
MC5,
The Star Department,
Gichy Dan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Outsiders,
DJ Sneak,
Malaria!,
Pylon,
The Slackers,
Jeff Mills,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mark Hollis,
Morten Harket,
New York Dolls,
Carl Craig,
Brothers Johnson,
Piero Umiliani,
Man Eating Sloth,
Charles Mingus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Michelle Simonal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blake Baxter,
Dual Sessions,
Fad Gadget,
48th St. Collective,
Surgeon,
Banda Bassotti,
The Monks,
Agitation Free,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donald Byrd,
Sällskapet,
The Beau Brummels,
Barry Ungar,
The Walker Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Excepter,
Loose Ends,
Joyce Sims,
Letta Mbulu,
Colin Newman,
In Retrospect,
Whodini,
Talk Talk,
Altered Images,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.