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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Donald Byrd to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fear,
Heaven 17,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boz Scaggs,
New York Dolls,
Scrapy,
Qualms,
The Vogues,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Agitation Free,
Infiniti,
Suburban Knight,
Maleditus Sound,
X-101,
Hot Snakes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roy Ayers,
Flipper,
Graham Central Station,
Organ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Depeche Mode,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Goldenarms,
Arthur Verocai,
Scientists,
Laurel Aitken,
Stereo Dub,
Joensuu 1685,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wally Richardson,
X-Ray Spex,
Barry Ungar,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brass Construction,
Sparks,
Soft Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Audionom,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
World's Most,
Reuben Wilson,
Darondo,
Flash Fearless,
Alton Ellis,
Kas Product,
Al Stewart,
Yellowson,
The Mojo Men,
Little Man,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camouflage,
The Saints,
Royal Trux,
Bauhaus,
48th St. Collective,
Sight & Sound,
Tres Demented,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.