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 Kosovo and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 R.M.O. to the funk 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Rotary Connection,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
AZ,
Livin' Joy,
D'Angelo,
Wire,
Eric Dolphy,
Arab on Radar,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mummies,
Outsiders,
Symarip,
This Heat,
Dark Day,
Warsaw,
The Dead C,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kayak,
Charles Mingus,
X-101,
The Slackers,
Pantytec,
FM Einheit,
Alphaville,
Bobby Womack,
Von Mondo,
The Star Department,
Black Sheep,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wally Richardson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Hot Snakes,
Albert Ayler,
Connie Case,
The Red Krayola,
Easy Going,
CMW,
Don Cherry,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Monochrome Set,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fela Kuti,
Smog,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Wolf Eyes,
The Walker Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
The Human League,
Oneida,
Pylon,
Surgeon,
Interpol,
Ultimate Spinach,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.