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 Uzbekistan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the disco 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rites of Spring,
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Soft Cell,
ABBA,
Warren Ellis,
Young Marble Giants,
Oblivians,
Franke,
L. Decosne,
Newcleus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David McCallum,
Erykah Badu,
Suburban Knight,
Liliput,
The Flesh Eaters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Slick Rick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gabor Szabo,
Inner City,
U.S. Maple,
Cameo,
Cecil Taylor,
Byron Stingily,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rosa Yemen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rekid,
Guru Guru,
Mission of Burma,
Donny Hathaway,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Juan Atkins,
Basic Channel,
OOIOO,
Johnny Clarke,
Accadde A,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sound,
The Litter,
Arab on Radar,
Ponytail,
Davy DMX,
The Gap Band,
Supertramp,
a-ha,
Masters at Work,
Vladislav Delay,
Jerry's Kids,
The Detroit Cobras,
DJ Style,
Scion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tomorrow,
Ten City,
Q and Not U,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.