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 Chad and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grandmaster Flash to the grunge 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minnie Riperton,
Marmalade,
Porter Ricks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott Heron,
Duran Duran,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Womack,
Agitation Free,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultimate Spinach,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Whodini,
Iggy Pop,
Deadbeat,
Essential Logic,
The Vogues,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yaz,
Rapeman,
Mr. Review,
The Skatalites,
Monolake,
The Saints,
the Association,
MDC,
Black Flag,
The Seeds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fuzztones,
Make Up,
Cybotron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Accadde A,
Marvin Gaye,
Aswad,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Moon,
the Normal,
Judy Mowatt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Silicon Teens,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Y Pants,
Aural Exciters,
Donny Hathaway,
Sarah Menescal,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scientists,
The Sound,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.