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 Kazakhstan and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Terry Callier to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
L. Decosne,
Jeff Lynne,
Severed Heads,
Oneida,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Colin Newman,
Dual Sessions,
The Moleskins,
Neil Young,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare,
Audionom,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Erykah Badu,
Bob Dylan,
Symarip,
Dark Day,
Monks,
Joey Negro,
Nico,
Eddi Front,
Sugar Minott,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alice Coltrane,
The Index,
Average White Band,
Ponytail,
Fear,
Junior Murvin,
The Slackers,
Althea and Donna,
kango's stein massive,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Foxx,
Dennis Brown,
June of 44,
Guru Guru,
Agent Orange,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gladiators,
Quantec,
Glenn Branca,
Pere Ubu,
Magma,
Roxette,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bush Tetras,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ossler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Unwound,
Sight & Sound,
The Kinks,
Spoonie Gee,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
These Immortal Souls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alphaville,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.