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 Algeria and from Johannesburg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Donny Hathaway to the dance 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
F. McDonald,
Albert Ayler,
Simply Red,
The Fall,
The J.B.'s,
Connie Case,
Bush Tetras,
Swell Maps,
Guru Guru,
the Slits,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sun City Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
E-Dancer,
The Searchers,
Slick Rick,
Oneida,
Surgeon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Young Marble Giants,
Archie Shepp,
Bronski Beat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultra Naté,
Dennis Brown,
Yaz,
Scrapy,
Joy Division,
Agitation Free,
The Detroit Cobras,
Howard Jones,
Michelle Simonal,
Brick,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vladislav Delay,
The Flesh Eaters,
Half Japanese,
David McCallum,
Joey Negro,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The New Christs,
Pantytec,
The Evens,
Faust,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Wyatt,
OOIOO,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Swans,
Cymande,
June Days,
Marmalade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Junior Murvin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.