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 Vanuatu and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Liliput to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Agitation Free,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fear,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
KRS-One,
Parry Music,
Ice-T,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Slackers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
MDC,
Half Japanese,
Chris & Cosey,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fugs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crash Course in Science,
Suicide,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Davy DMX,
Marvin Gaye,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skriet,
Make Up,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
T. Rex,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Q65,
Archie Shepp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Neon Judgement,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soft Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
H. Thieme,
X-Ray Spex,
La Düsseldorf,
Scott Walker,
Darondo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rod Modell,
The Moody Blues,
Adolescents,
Sun City Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Moon,
Faust,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Human League,
Al Stewart,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yellowson,
The New Christs,
Guru Guru,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.