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 Belgium and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the disco 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Das Ding,
Ludus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Beau Brummels,
Yaz,
Althea and Donna,
Shoche,
Echospace,
New Order,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Liliput,
Fat Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Negative Approach,
Sonic Youth,
Joe Finger,
H. Thieme,
Eve St. Jones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sound Behaviour,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arthur Verocai,
Marmalade,
DJ Style,
Fugazi,
Todd Terry,
Spandau Ballet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chris Corsano,
the Germs,
Aloha Tigers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Sonics,
OOIOO,
Nico,
Eden Ahbez,
Depeche Mode,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Outsiders,
Deadbeat,
Ultravox,
ABC,
Crime,
Ponytail,
Young Marble Giants,
Infiniti,
The Residents,
Porter Ricks,
Arcadia,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
Whodini,
The Fire Engines,
Unwound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.