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 Italy and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 Boredoms to the jazz 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Scratch Acid,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Pus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Soft Cell,
Maurizio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
OOIOO,
The Trojans,
Lou Christie,
Khruangbin,
Symarip,
The United States of America,
Qualms,
DJ Style,
The Names,
Black Sheep,
the Germs,
Jeff Mills,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Blues Magoos,
Lungfish,
Bluetip,
R.M.O.,
Barry Ungar,
Guru Guru,
Loose Ends,
EPMD,
The Beau Brummels,
Darondo,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Starr,
The Invisible,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Japan,
Archie Shepp,
Ohio Players,
Scott Walker,
The Sonics,
Bobby Byrd,
Byron Stingily,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Josef K,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Juan Atkins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ronnie Foster,
Lightning Bolt,
Lindisfarne,
Ossler,
Derrick May,
Suburban Knight,
The Mighty Diamonds,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fortunes,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.