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 Kuwait and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gang Starr to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Swell Maps,
Theoretical Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Dawn Penn,
The Mojo Men,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Victims,
Monolake,
Kaleidoscope,
Alison Limerick,
MC5,
Cecil Taylor,
Reagan Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
This Heat,
Camberwell Now,
Rod Modell,
Black Bananas,
Malaria!,
Silicon Teens,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minutemen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boredoms,
Nik Kershaw,
Ice-T,
Sällskapet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Symarip,
Rosa Yemen,
The Kinks,
Underground Resistance,
Procol Harum,
Television Personalities,
Aaron Thompson,
The Move,
Yusef Lateef,
Tomorrow,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Selecter,
The Velvet Underground,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jawbox,
Japan,
Eric Copeland,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Country Teasers,
Tres Demented,
Magazine,
the Swans,
Don Cherry,
Delta 5,
Black Pus,
Thee Headcoats,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.