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 the UAE and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Faust to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
The Golliwogs,
The Neon Judgement,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Susan Cadogan,
Silicon Teens,
the Association,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pantaleimon,
Basic Channel,
Isaac Hayes,
Ten City,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Motorama,
Dual Sessions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sight & Sound,
Brick,
Theoretical Girls,
E-Dancer,
The Dave Clark Five,
Don Cherry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mad Mike,
Roger Hodgson,
A Certain Ratio,
Terry Callier,
Eurythmics,
Wasted Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fear,
Marmalade,
Mr. Review,
Groovy Waters,
Donald Byrd,
China Crisis,
The Red Krayola,
U.S. Maple,
Eli Mardock,
Quadrant,
Desert Stars,
The Fortunes,
The Electric Prunes,
Lyres,
Glenn Branca,
Deadbeat,
The Seeds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hashim,
The Evens,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stiv Bators,
Wally Richardson,
OOIOO,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nils Olav,
Sun Ra,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.