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 Belize 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Golliwogs to the funk 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ice-T,
Q and Not U,
Quadrant,
Talk Talk,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arthur Verocai,
The Litter,
Skarface,
Chrome,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Kinks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cluster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New York Dolls,
Fugazi,
Derrick May,
Visage,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Sonics,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Green,
Barbara Tucker,
Deepchord,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kaleidoscope,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jacob Miller,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alton Ellis,
Roy Ayers,
The United States of America,
Connie Case,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Hood,
Minor Threat,
Bauhaus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DJ Sneak,
La Düsseldorf,
Ohio Players,
Sixth Finger,
Gabor Szabo,
Suburban Knight,
The Mojo Men,
Susan Cadogan,
Mr. Review,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
D'Angelo,
Royal Trux,
The Blues Magoos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.