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 Dominica and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
The American Breed,
David Axelrod,
Average White Band,
Crooked Eye,
The Wake,
The Fire Engines,
Suicide,
Rekid,
The Buckinghams,
Unwound,
Howard Jones,
Hot Snakes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Television Personalities,
Maurizio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Sonics,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Bar-Kays,
Mandrill,
The Sonics,
Dark Day,
Curtis Mayfield,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blancmange,
Minutemen,
Cheater Slicks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Warsaw,
Blake Baxter,
Bob Dylan,
Fatback Band,
The Names,
L. Decosne,
Joe Finger,
Ice-T,
Donald Byrd,
Juan Atkins,
The Gladiators,
Lyres,
Rosa Yemen,
The Five Americans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harmonia,
ABBA,
Fat Boys,
Tomorrow,
Matthew Halsall,
The Victims,
Main Source,
Ponytail,
Bauhaus,
Josef K,
48th St. Collective,
Moby Grape,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.