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 Somalia and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Accadde A to the punk 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Neu!,
Sixth Finger,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Kinks,
DJ Style,
Trumans Water,
Suicide,
Guru Guru,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pierre Henry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
H. Thieme,
Lakeside,
Icehouse,
Ultravox,
MDC,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tommy Roe,
Wire,
Erykah Badu,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Green,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Monks,
Buzzcocks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Charles Mingus,
Banda Bassotti,
Bauhaus,
Iggy Pop,
Metal Thangz,
Sonic Youth,
Royal Trux,
Jandek,
The Dave Clark Five,
Warren Ellis,
Kayak,
MC5,
Fad Gadget,
Marvin Gaye,
Blancmange,
Robert Görl,
Jerry's Kids,
The Selecter,
The Gap Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joe Finger,
Niagra,
Qualms,
Stereo Dub,
The American Breed,
Don Cherry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scientists,
Vladislav Delay,
One Last Wish,
New Order,
Marc Almond,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Standells,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.