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 Pakistan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Harry Pussy to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Banda Bassotti,
Warsaw,
Youth Brigade,
Albert Ayler,
Minor Threat,
Crooked Eye,
Q and Not U,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sugar Minott,
Thee Headcoats,
Eve St. Jones,
a-ha,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
H. Thieme,
Boz Scaggs,
The Skatalites,
Pole,
Nation of Ulysses,
Shoche,
Agitation Free,
The Gun Club,
Delon & Dalcan,
Urselle,
Brass Construction,
Spandau Ballet,
The Black Dice,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Star Department,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Gang Dance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Zero Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fatback Band,
Livin' Joy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Surgeon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Godley & Creme,
Radiohead,
Public Enemy,
Echospace,
Blancmange,
Max Romeo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mojo Men,
The Vogues,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Görl,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Kinks,
Bluetip,
DJ Style,
The J.B.'s,
The Walker Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
PIL,
JFA,
Sight & Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.