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 Palau and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 JFA to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yusef Lateef,
The Detroit Cobras,
Donald Byrd,
The Star Department,
Davy DMX,
Quantec,
Thee Headcoats,
Second Layer,
Can,
Vladislav Delay,
Erasure,
Circle Jerks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Althea and Donna,
Procol Harum,
Porter Ricks,
The Slits,
Warsaw,
Brand Nubian,
Hot Snakes,
Moby Grape,
the Soft Cell,
Section 25,
Public Enemy,
Monks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Urselle,
Scrapy,
Funky Four + One,
Rapeman,
Peter and Kerry,
the Germs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fugazi,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Idris Muhammad,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Faraquet,
Sex Pistols,
One Last Wish,
Mr. Review,
Buzzcocks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Holt,
Toni Rubio,
Rites of Spring,
Rhythm & Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultravox,
Ronan,
Main Source,
Hashim,
Janne Schatter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dawn Penn,
The Victims,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Wyatt,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.