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 Vanuatu and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Accadde A to the disco 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Easy Going,
Todd Rundgren,
Dennis Brown,
ABBA,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Sonics,
Pere Ubu,
Skaos,
the Slits,
Eve St. Jones,
Suburban Knight,
Roger Hodgson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rotary Connection,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Masters at Work,
The Angels of Light,
The Monochrome Set,
X-Ray Spex,
The Blues Magoos,
Warren Ellis,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joey Negro,
Camberwell Now,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fortunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gong,
Girls At Our Best!,
Groovy Waters,
Chrome,
Eddi Front,
The Names,
The Slits,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alison Limerick,
The Barracudas,
PIL,
Flipper,
The New Christs,
Ronnie Foster,
The Five Americans,
Piero Umiliani,
Reagan Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nick Fraelich,
Sonic Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Last Poets,
Qualms,
OOIOO,
the Normal,
Dual Sessions,
Newcleus,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed,
Ten City,
Aaron Thompson,
Mission of Burma,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.