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 Slovenia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Toni Rubio to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Eric Copeland,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Music Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
JFA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Essential Logic,
The Black Dice,
Suicide,
Index,
The Motions,
Scratch Acid,
Simply Red,
The Last Poets,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Monolake,
John Foxx,
Ken Boothe,
Procol Harum,
Soft Cell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minor Threat,
The Evens,
The Techniques,
Scrapy,
Brothers Johnson,
The United States of America,
Mad Mike,
Faraquet,
Joyce Sims,
Barry Ungar,
Todd Terry,
Delta 5,
The Residents,
Brick,
David McCallum,
Erykah Badu,
Cymande,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
10cc,
The Kinks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Animal Collective,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Invisible,
The Fortunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Excepter,
Davy DMX,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Doors,
Sound Behaviour,
Section 25,
OOIOO,
Pet Shop Boys,
Make Up,
The Dave Clark Five,
KRS-One,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.