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 Tunisia and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gastr Del Sol to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Crooked Eye,
The Fire Engines,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moss Icon,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Skatalites,
Banda Bassotti,
Metal Thangz,
Kas Product,
Dawn Penn,
Neil Young,
Tomorrow,
The New Christs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Fraelich,
June of 44,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Zeros,
Josef K,
Quantec,
Blossom Toes,
Masters at Work,
Essential Logic,
T.S.O.L.,
Wasted Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
KRS-One,
The Selecter,
Desert Stars,
Delta 5,
Section 25,
The Fugs,
Malaria!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harry Pussy,
F. McDonald,
Whodini,
Duran Duran,
ABC,
World's Most,
Isaac Hayes,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New Order,
Second Layer,
Oblivians,
Wally Richardson,
The Residents,
The Leaves,
The Modern Lovers,
Marc Almond,
Gang Green,
Tubeway Army,
Althea and Donna,
Dennis Brown,
Danielle Patucci,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Circle Jerks,
The Move,
Radiohead,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.