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 Mali and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Eden Ahbez to the grime 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Archie Shepp,
Graham Central Station,
Khruangbin,
Cymande,
Aloha Tigers,
The United States of America,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang of Four,
The Blues Magoos,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fire Engines,
Moebius,
Josef K,
Symarip,
Scan 7,
Popol Vuh,
Jacques Brel,
Kenny Larkin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Walker Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Leonard Cohen,
Davy DMX,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blake Baxter,
Soul II Soul,
The Stooges,
The Moody Blues,
K-Klass,
Outsiders,
Tommy Roe,
Aural Exciters,
Circle Jerks,
The Techniques,
The Dirtbombs,
Joe Smooth,
Peter and Kerry,
Lower 48,
Parry Music,
Liliput,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fuzztones,
The Move,
Ultra Naté,
Black Pus,
Sixth Finger,
Donny Hathaway,
Iggy Pop,
Gong,
Echospace,
Quadrant,
Crime,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dave Clark Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Remains,
Model 500,
Patti Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.