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 Fiji and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Swans to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Hasil Adkins,
X-101,
Dual Sessions,
Joe Finger,
Interpol,
Lyres,
Crime,
Crispian St. Peters,
Von Mondo,
Skaos,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Lydon,
D'Angelo,
Groovy Waters,
Warren Ellis,
kango's stein massive,
Derrick May,
Sun City Girls,
David Axelrod,
Quantec,
Mandrill,
Neil Young,
The Young Rascals,
Skarface,
Darondo,
Morten Harket,
Joe Smooth,
Moby Grape,
Dark Day,
Isaac Hayes,
The Stooges,
the Normal,
Donald Byrd,
Neu!,
Porter Ricks,
Mr. Review,
Fad Gadget,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultravox,
Niagra,
The Sonics,
Sight & Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Althea and Donna,
Jimmy McGriff,
Idris Muhammad,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dirtbombs,
Roxette,
Lungfish,
Clear Light,
Cecil Taylor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amon Düül II,
Monolake,
Dennis Brown,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Alarm Clocks,
One Last Wish,
Adolescents,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.