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 Lebanon and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Rhythm & Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Absolute Body Control,
The Move,
The Sonics,
New Order,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Sherman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Urselle,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rufus Thomas,
Faraquet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New York Dolls,
The Cramps,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fire Engines,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vainqueur,
Franke,
Buzzcocks,
The Busters,
Harmonia,
Byron Stingily,
ABC,
48th St. Collective,
X-102,
Eric Dolphy,
The Invisible,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Pop Group,
Idris Muhammad,
Lalann,
Underground Resistance,
Skarface,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fortunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fatback Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool Moe Dee,
K-Klass,
Roy Ayers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fat Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
the Soft Cell,
EPMD,
Joyce Sims,
cv313,
10cc,
The Flesh Eaters,
Accadde A,
The Beau Brummels,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.