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 Ethiopia and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Byron Stingily to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Fear,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Starr,
Khruangbin,
ABBA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Icehouse,
Rod Modell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Slave,
Johnny Clarke,
Ronnie Foster,
Piero Umiliani,
Brass Construction,
Mars,
Blossom Toes,
10cc,
Barry Ungar,
Main Source,
Marine Girls,
The Mojo Men,
The Fire Engines,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare,
Soft Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ohio Players,
Tommy Roe,
Adolescents,
Flash Fearless,
Lower 48,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sister Nancy,
Bizarre Inc.,
June Days,
Connie Case,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
China Crisis,
X-101,
Duran Duran,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Massinfluence,
D'Angelo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harmonia,
The Residents,
Yellowson,
Suburban Knight,
Mantronix,
EPMD,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sparks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sight & Sound,
Oblivians,
The Litter,
Chris & Cosey,
Soft Cell,
Max Romeo,
Anakelly,
Excepter,
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.