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 Singapore and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Glambeats Corp. to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scrapy,
Idris Muhammad,
The Raincoats,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Leaves,
Kerri Chandler,
Wings,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Starr,
Das Ding,
Soft Cell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mo-Dettes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Country Teasers,
Lou Christie,
The Fortunes,
The Count Five,
Skriet,
Derrick May,
The Durutti Column,
Hashim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Coltrane,
John Lydon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-102,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aswad,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Görl,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pussy Galore,
Rekid,
The Human League,
Gang of Four,
Unwound,
Eli Mardock,
Ossler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joensuu 1685,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Enemy,
Iggy Pop,
Slick Rick,
Bang On A Can,
Basic Channel,
The Standells,
Al Stewart,
Lower 48,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Donny Hathaway,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.