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 Ireland and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Mars to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Albert Ayler,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Evens,
Lungfish,
Rotary Connection,
Gang of Four,
Flash Fearless,
Throbbing Gristle,
A Certain Ratio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Maurizio,
Alice Coltrane,
Joyce Sims,
Joe Finger,
Man Parrish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Real Kids,
The Grass Roots,
The Monochrome Set,
The Litter,
The Gladiators,
Skarface,
Ten City,
Sun Ra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Essential Logic,
Slick Rick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Happenings,
Symarip,
Fatback Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
Don Cherry,
the Human League,
The United States of America,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Starr,
Scientists,
Dark Day,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marc Almond,
Clear Light,
The New Christs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Knickerbockers,
The Moody Blues,
John Foxx,
Ultravox,
Con Funk Shun,
Monolake,
Hoover,
48th St. Collective,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Index,
The Count Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gregory Isaacs,
James White and The Blacks,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.