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 Nepal and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Black Sheep to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Bootsy Collins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cymande,
Excepter,
Quando Quango,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camouflage,
Essential Logic,
Sällskapet,
the Swans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vladislav Delay,
Ponytail,
Iggy Pop,
The Stooges,
Interpol,
Black Sheep,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
F. McDonald,
New Age Steppers,
The Barracudas,
Intrusion,
Nick Fraelich,
Eddi Front,
Monolake,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quadrant,
Half Japanese,
Swell Maps,
The Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Make Up,
Procol Harum,
Pagans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Görl,
Warsaw,
Blancmange,
The Walker Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Green,
Scrapy,
Blossom Toes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The United States of America,
Judy Mowatt,
Deadbeat,
Freddie Wadling,
The Star Department,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Laurel Aitken,
Morten Harket,
David Axelrod,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Motorama,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.