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 Spain and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Nas to the rock 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Smog,
KRS-One,
Hoover,
Black Bananas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fall,
Amon Düül II,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hardrive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Faraquet,
Eric Dolphy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ponytail,
The American Breed,
The United States of America,
Monks,
Dennis Brown,
The Residents,
Niagra,
The Selecter,
The New Christs,
Stetsasonic,
Joe Smooth,
CMW,
The Names,
Lou Reed,
Kenny Larkin,
Subhumans,
Audionom,
Marmalade,
Duran Duran,
Delta 5,
Delon & Dalcan,
Prince Buster,
Technova,
Jerry's Kids,
Mark Hollis,
Nils Olav,
Donald Byrd,
The Smiths,
The Five Americans,
Mission of Burma,
Pantytec,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Birthday Party,
FM Einheit,
Derrick Morgan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marine Girls,
Fad Gadget,
The Zeros,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mummies,
Grauzone,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.