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 Armenia and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 The Wake to the grime 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Bluetip,
Electric Prunes,
Al Stewart,
Gerry Rafferty,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Misunderstood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Sonics,
The Count Five,
Soulsonic Force,
Tommy Roe,
Bob Dylan,
Graham Central Station,
Animal Collective,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rites of Spring,
The Move,
KRS-One,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bauhaus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sparks,
Suicide,
The Mojo Men,
One Last Wish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeff Lynne,
Dead Boys,
June of 44,
Agent Orange,
Rotary Connection,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vladislav Delay,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fugazi,
The Sonics,
Bill Near,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Colin Newman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Angry Samoans,
Stereo Dub,
Bad Manners,
Robert Hood,
Junior Murvin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doors,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Schoolly D,
The Golliwogs,
Stetsasonic,
The Leaves,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Swans,
Marc Almond,
Idris Muhammad,
Joy Division,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.