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 Tuvalu and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Organ to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Andrew Hill,
China Crisis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Porter Ricks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
T. Rex,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kenny Larkin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hoover,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
K-Klass,
Godley & Creme,
Sound Behaviour,
Skaos,
Organ,
DNA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yellowson,
Desert Stars,
the Slits,
Mo-Dettes,
Altered Images,
Symarip,
Rakim,
In Retrospect,
Thompson Twins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Offenders,
Newcleus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gap Band,
Roxette,
Circle Jerks,
Thee Headcoats,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Q and Not U,
B.T. Express,
Aural Exciters,
The Martian,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Schoolly D,
Chris & Cosey,
Sällskapet,
The Velvet Underground,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Max Romeo,
Camouflage,
The Golliwogs,
Saccharine Trust,
Barrington Levy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Joensuu 1685,
Sex Pistols,
The Walker Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Radiohead,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.