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 Cameroon and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Skatalites to the disco 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Starr,
Tommy Roe,
China Crisis,
Buzzcocks,
The Slits,
R.M.O.,
Unwound,
The Invisible,
Cluster,
The Flesh Eaters,
Malaria!,
Icehouse,
The Monks,
Youth Brigade,
Eden Ahbez,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Green,
the Swans,
David McCallum,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sugar Minott,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Girls At Our Best!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Moody Blues,
Pantytec,
Au Pairs,
Harry Pussy,
Warren Ellis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sarah Menescal,
Moebius,
Josef K,
Spoonie Gee,
The Real Kids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ronan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boredoms,
Arthur Verocai,
Parry Music,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skriet,
Laurel Aitken,
This Heat,
Yellowson,
Minor Threat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fluxion,
Eddi Front,
KRS-One,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-Ray Spex,
Freddie Wadling,
Johnny Clarke,
Deadbeat,
Ohio Players,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.