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 Cuba and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 Ultra Naté to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hot Snakes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Association,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Angels of Light,
Boredoms,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fuzztones,
Bootsy Collins,
Vladislav Delay,
A Certain Ratio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang of Four,
Q and Not U,
AZ,
Joyce Sims,
Hoover,
Kevin Saunderson,
Goldenarms,
The Knickerbockers,
10cc,
Eric Copeland,
The Wake,
Wolf Eyes,
Unwound,
Quantec,
Gerry Rafferty,
The New Christs,
Joensuu 1685,
New York Dolls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Shoche,
Joey Negro,
Sonny Sharrock,
Derrick Morgan,
Don Cherry,
Flamin' Groovies,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiohead,
Jacob Miller,
Accadde A,
Camouflage,
Porter Ricks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amon Düül,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
KRS-One,
Morten Harket,
Reagan Youth,
Loose Ends,
R.M.O.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
UT,
The Durutti Column,
The Monochrome Set,
T.S.O.L.,
Depeche Mode,
Connie Case,
Neu!,
Grey Daturas,
Barry Ungar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.