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 Croatia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Johnny Osbourne to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
KRS-One,
Icehouse,
The Young Rascals,
Ituana,
Fat Boys,
Boredoms,
Sex Pistols,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ice-T,
Black Moon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Monochrome Set,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scratch Acid,
The Cramps,
D'Angelo,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fugs,
Anthony Braxton,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deadbeat,
Sugar Minott,
Pharoah Sanders,
Q and Not U,
Wolf Eyes,
Brand Nubian,
Funky Four + One,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Television,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lower 48,
Cymande,
Masters at Work,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Durutti Column,
Boz Scaggs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Delon & Dalcan,
Malaria!,
Mr. Review,
Nico,
Lou Christie,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Agent Orange,
Lyres,
Chrome,
Pylon,
Adolescents,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gun Club,
Ultra Naté,
Basic Channel,
Rekid,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.