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 Cameroon and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Index to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Deepchord,
Easy Going,
Derrick Morgan,
The Electric Prunes,
Franke,
Sparks,
The Motions,
Bush Tetras,
JFA,
Panda Bear,
The Divine Comedy,
Altered Images,
Freddie Wadling,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gap Band,
the Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Count Five,
Bill Wells,
New Order,
Ice-T,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lalann,
The Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
Maurizio,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Lydon,
Sun Ra,
The Toasters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minny Pops,
Althea and Donna,
Reuben Wilson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gong,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
48th St. Collective,
Wings,
Sandy B,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rekid,
Moby Grape,
Quantec,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
MDC,
Davy DMX,
Kool Moe Dee,
Archie Shepp,
Vladislav Delay,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sonics,
The Modern Lovers,
Wire,
Isaac Hayes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Leaves,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.