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 Malawi and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rapeman to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
June of 44,
Mantronix,
Smog,
The Residents,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Victims,
Mandrill,
David Axelrod,
Schoolly D,
Eden Ahbez,
The Trojans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Todd Terry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Golliwogs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Model 500,
Unrelated Segments,
Anthony Braxton,
Joensuu 1685,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Idris Muhammad,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gun Club,
John Holt,
Johnny Clarke,
Skriet,
Jerry's Kids,
Average White Band,
The Tremeloes,
The Dead C,
Cecil Taylor,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Saints,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gregory Isaacs,
Glenn Branca,
Monolake,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cheater Slicks,
Ohio Players,
E-Dancer,
The Skatalites,
Derrick Morgan,
Quando Quango,
Sixth Finger,
Franke,
Second Layer,
Thee Headcoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
Patti Smith,
Little Man,
the Human League,
The Barracudas,
A Certain Ratio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.