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 Bahrain and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Donald Byrd to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
OOIOO,
Sound Behaviour,
Johnny Clarke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Moon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Moody Blues,
Sugar Minott,
Alice Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Holt,
Delta 5,
K-Klass,
Con Funk Shun,
Fad Gadget,
Wire,
Minutemen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aural Exciters,
The Neon Judgement,
Graham Central Station,
Idris Muhammad,
Flash Fearless,
Dawn Penn,
Faust,
The Gun Club,
The Barracudas,
The Gap Band,
The Leaves,
Prince Buster,
Wally Richardson,
Oblivians,
Electric Prunes,
Groovy Waters,
Roy Ayers,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Underground Resistance,
Funkadelic,
Radiohead,
Kerri Chandler,
Flipper,
Main Source,
Ponytail,
Nik Kershaw,
L. Decosne,
Glenn Branca,
Easy Going,
Hasil Adkins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Amon Düül,
Ossler,
Inner City,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Pus,
Sam Rivers,
U.S. Maple,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.