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 Brunei and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Dennis Brown to the crunk 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
MC5,
Davy DMX,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Holt,
Eurythmics,
Easy Going,
Leonard Cohen,
Bauhaus,
Chris Corsano,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bush Tetras,
Piero Umiliani,
Erykah Badu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Absolute Body Control,
Scrapy,
Junior Murvin,
The Saints,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ice-T,
Lou Christie,
Urselle,
John Cale,
Boz Scaggs,
Suicide,
Swell Maps,
Index,
The Human League,
Vainqueur,
Suburban Knight,
Soul II Soul,
Henry Cow,
Wings,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jawbox,
Circle Jerks,
The Blackbyrds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Almond,
Franke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ten City,
X-101,
Nils Olav,
The Wake,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aloha Tigers,
Schoolly D,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oblivians,
Pole,
Joey Negro,
Japan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New Order,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.