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 Taiwan and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Index to the rap 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Deepchord,
Minny Pops,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scan 7,
Buzzcocks,
UT,
Q and Not U,
Skaos,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Todd Terry,
Nico,
Ossler,
Schoolly D,
The Vogues,
Prince Buster,
Carl Craig,
Warsaw,
Howard Jones,
The Skatalites,
F. McDonald,
The Monochrome Set,
the Slits,
Lou Reed,
Visage,
Radiohead,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Soft Cell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Popol Vuh,
FM Einheit,
Eric Copeland,
Pagans,
The Fuzztones,
Banda Bassotti,
The Wake,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eve St. Jones,
Slave,
The Smoke,
Crooked Eye,
Pussy Galore,
The Martian,
Cheater Slicks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blancmange,
The Litter,
X-102,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pierre Henry,
The Knickerbockers,
Rekid,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.