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 Qatar and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Franke to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smiths,
The Gap Band,
Newcleus,
Moss Icon,
Althea and Donna,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barbara Tucker,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Michelle Simonal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ludus,
Barrington Levy,
Stiv Bators,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ronnie Foster,
These Immortal Souls,
The Raincoats,
Fluxion,
The Seeds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ken Boothe,
Black Pus,
Aaron Thompson,
Jacob Miller,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dawn Penn,
Deepchord,
Roxy Music,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sight & Sound,
Moebius,
Shoche,
Television Personalities,
Gastr Del Sol,
Circle Jerks,
Mark Hollis,
Funky Four + One,
Godley & Creme,
Sällskapet,
Unrelated Segments,
Lower 48,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minor Threat,
Tom Boy,
Joy Division,
The Blackbyrds,
The Black Dice,
Ten City,
Max Romeo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.