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 Sri Lanka and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Josef K,
Circle Jerks,
Eli Mardock,
Morten Harket,
Gang Starr,
Henry Cow,
Motorama,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
KRS-One,
Skarface,
Inner City,
Curtis Mayfield,
Patti Smith,
The Fuzztones,
The Pop Group,
Spandau Ballet,
Cheater Slicks,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Smiths,
Joe Finger,
Scratch Acid,
Bob Dylan,
Sonic Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Stooges,
Stockholm Monsters,
10cc,
Sällskapet,
The Cramps,
The Electric Prunes,
Khruangbin,
EPMD,
Bronski Beat,
Quando Quango,
Pole,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fatback Band,
Metal Thangz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bill Wells,
Prince Buster,
the Bar-Kays,
Blancmange,
Model 500,
Harry Pussy,
The Martian,
Qualms,
The Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Matthew Halsall,
The Slackers,
Skaos,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Japan,
Eve St. Jones,
The Golliwogs,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.