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 Guinea and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 The Skatalites to the rap 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
10cc,
Ituana,
The Fortunes,
Connie Case,
Bauhaus,
Ultra Naté,
Tears for Fears,
Pagans,
Sex Pistols,
Slave,
X-102,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kas Product,
Camouflage,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jawbox,
Vladislav Delay,
Arthur Verocai,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yellowson,
Joe Smooth,
Crooked Eye,
The Evens,
The Toasters,
the Slits,
Can,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David Bowie,
Visage,
Little Man,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minor Threat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sandy B,
Black Bananas,
The Saints,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Sherman,
The Associates,
Marvin Gaye,
Dead Boys,
the Germs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare,
Sun City Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Babytalk,
The Monks,
Carl Craig,
John Coltrane,
Chrome,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cluster,
The Fall,
Monolake,
Faust,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.