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 the UAE and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Harmonia to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Adolescents,
UT,
Junior Murvin,
Crime,
Tomorrow,
John Holt,
H. Thieme,
Gabor Szabo,
Steve Hackett,
Television Personalities,
Joyce Sims,
World's Most,
June Days,
Michelle Simonal,
X-102,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boogie Down Productions,
Byron Stingily,
Stetsasonic,
The Mojo Men,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Accadde A,
Thee Headcoats,
Boredoms,
The Walker Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Human League,
Neil Young,
R.M.O.,
Siglo XX,
Isaac Hayes,
Arcadia,
Procol Harum,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soul Sonic Force,
Schoolly D,
JFA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Public Image Ltd.,
Los Fastidios,
Fat Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Second Layer,
Mark Hollis,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Prunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-Ray Spex,
Bluetip,
Aswad,
The New Christs,
The Pretty Things,
Todd Terry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joy Division,
Cymande,
Reuben Wilson,
Donald Byrd,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.