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 Lebanon and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Quantec to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scientists,
Glambeats Corp.,
Delta 5,
Hasil Adkins,
Au Pairs,
Colin Newman,
Albert Ayler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
KRS-One,
Interpol,
The Gap Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The United States of America,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric B and Rakim,
JFA,
Minny Pops,
Alton Ellis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Association,
K-Klass,
The Human League,
Quando Quango,
Ituana,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Althea and Donna,
The Walker Brothers,
Ice-T,
Hot Snakes,
Derrick May,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lyres,
E-Dancer,
Tomorrow,
kango's stein massive,
Ornette Coleman,
The Skatalites,
Little Man,
Lucky Dragons,
New Order,
Moss Icon,
R.M.O.,
Animal Collective,
Yellowson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Dual Sessions,
T. Rex,
Malaria!,
Unwound,
Mr. Review,
The Gladiators,
The Five Americans,
Skaos,
Zapp,
The Move,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.