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 Liechtenstein and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the techno 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
The United States of America,
Schoolly D,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Bananas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deepchord,
Pulsallama,
Radiohead,
Bauhaus,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Max Romeo,
Stiv Bators,
Los Fastidios,
Ituana,
Monolake,
Second Layer,
Little Man,
Charles Mingus,
Malaria!,
the Slits,
The Skatalites,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tears for Fears,
Minor Threat,
K-Klass,
Pere Ubu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Khruangbin,
D'Angelo,
Barrington Levy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Kayak,
World's Most,
Sister Nancy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Von Mondo,
John Lydon,
Maurizio,
U.S. Maple,
Circle Jerks,
Soul II Soul,
The Gap Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Goldenarms,
Leonard Cohen,
Shuggie Otis,
Parry Music,
The Cure,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kool Moe Dee,
New Age Steppers,
The Associates,
Magazine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eve St. Jones,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.