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 South Africa and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Bootsy Collins to the grunge 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
LL Cool J,
Slick Rick,
The Move,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marvin Gaye,
Joyce Sims,
Todd Terry,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sonics,
Swans,
Suicide,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grandmaster Flash,
PIL,
Absolute Body Control,
The Skatalites,
Mad Mike,
Lindisfarne,
Niagra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tubeway Army,
Colin Newman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Pop Group,
Motorama,
Ice-T,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Archie Shepp,
Ten City,
Flipper,
Metal Thangz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gun Club,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deadbeat,
Rotary Connection,
Thee Headcoats,
The Monochrome Set,
The Last Poets,
Arab on Radar,
FM Einheit,
Marc Almond,
Magazine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Leonard Cohen,
Yazoo,
The Monks,
Aaron Thompson,
Khruangbin,
Symarip,
The Blues Magoos,
The Walker Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Au Pairs,
The Moody Blues,
June of 44,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.