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 Mali and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the grime 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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Motorama,
Lalann,
The Cramps,
The Golliwogs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Index,
Adolescents,
Wire,
Young Marble Giants,
Loose Ends,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Sherman,
Quantec,
Livin' Joy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Star Department,
Scion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Blackbyrds,
The Durutti Column,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Essential Logic,
The Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Ponytail,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bauhaus,
The Moody Blues,
Hot Snakes,
E-Dancer,
Johnny Clarke,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Enemy,
Amon Düül,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nico,
Sun City Girls,
Mad Mike,
Robert Hood,
Prince Buster,
One Last Wish,
June Days,
Donny Hathaway,
The Modern Lovers,
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
JFA,
Minutemen,
Pagans,
Todd Terry,
Vainqueur,
Skarface,
World's Most,
Intrusion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.