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 Maldives and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 cv313 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Leonard Cohen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roger Hodgson,
Fatback Band,
Brand Nubian,
Oblivians,
Public Enemy,
Maleditus Sound,
Faust,
Barrington Levy,
Ornette Coleman,
Urselle,
Amon Düül II,
The Red Krayola,
Franke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Agent Orange,
Isaac Hayes,
L. Decosne,
The Kinks,
the Normal,
The Zeros,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Pus,
Danielle Patucci,
Yazoo,
This Heat,
Fugazi,
Camberwell Now,
Agitation Free,
The Fuzztones,
MC5,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Newcleus,
The Selecter,
Mad Mike,
New York Dolls,
the Swans,
Piero Umiliani,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wolf Eyes,
Soulsonic Force,
Quando Quango,
Television,
Pussy Galore,
These Immortal Souls,
Lungfish,
Funky Four + One,
Be Bop Deluxe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Last Poets,
Suburban Knight,
Monolake,
Arab on Radar,
Chris & Cosey,
Lightning Bolt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mission of Burma,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.