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 Bolivia and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Mandrill,
Khruangbin,
Intrusion,
Loose Ends,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eli Mardock,
Bill Near,
The Neon Judgement,
Donny Hathaway,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Golliwogs,
Thee Headcoats,
Patti Smith,
Masters at Work,
Colin Newman,
The Barracudas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Erasure,
EPMD,
Duran Duran,
Faust,
kango's stein massive,
Sonic Youth,
Sun Ra,
Smog,
Cymande,
Livin' Joy,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cure,
The Skatalites,
These Immortal Souls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amon Düül II,
Pagans,
Franke,
Aswad,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radiohead,
Todd Terry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Con Funk Shun,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Offenders,
Chrome,
Marvin Gaye,
DNA,
The Moleskins,
the Human League,
Joe Finger,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Selecter,
Soulsonic Force,
Jawbox,
Barry Ungar,
The Doors,
Malaria!,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.