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 Syria and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mummies to the techno 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Mandrill,
Oblivians,
Y Pants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harry Pussy,
Motorama,
Nas,
Robert Hood,
Maurizio,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Starr,
The Birthday Party,
Stereo Dub,
MC5,
Half Japanese,
The Stooges,
Jeff Mills,
the Bar-Kays,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Country Teasers,
The Monochrome Set,
Pierre Henry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Sonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Skatalites,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gregory Isaacs,
Colin Newman,
Faraquet,
the Normal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Golliwogs,
the Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New Age Steppers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Popol Vuh,
Ornette Coleman,
Gabor Szabo,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Seeds,
Pantaleimon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Don Cherry,
The Real Kids,
Mark Hollis,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mummies,
These Immortal Souls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Junior Murvin,
Hot Snakes,
Depeche Mode,
Black Flag,
X-101,
Minnie Riperton,
Lindisfarne,
Soul II Soul,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.