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 Austria and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Kevin Saunderson to the grime 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Moby Grape,
Organ,
Lyres,
Chris & Cosey,
Colin Newman,
Bang On A Can,
The Knickerbockers,
Maurizio,
Iggy Pop,
Warsaw,
Leonard Cohen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-102,
Dark Day,
Archie Shepp,
Pharoah Sanders,
Donny Hathaway,
The Moleskins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lakeside,
The Index,
the Sonics,
The New Christs,
Robert Hood,
Main Source,
Y Pants,
The Star Department,
Jacob Miller,
Joy Division,
Rod Modell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tears for Fears,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lower 48,
F. McDonald,
The Blues Magoos,
Arab on Radar,
X-101,
Todd Terry,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter and Kerry,
Vladislav Delay,
Qualms,
Kurtis Blow,
Newcleus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sam Rivers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Stooges,
Khruangbin,
Accadde A,
The American Breed,
The Monks,
Steve Hackett,
Radio Birdman,
Hoover,
DNA,
The Selecter,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.