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 Slovakia and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Moleskins to the electroclash 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
New Age Steppers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nico,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Faust,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ituana,
D'Angelo,
Stiv Bators,
The Fuzztones,
The Gories,
Boz Scaggs,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Foxx,
R.M.O.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Raincoats,
Pulsallama,
Outsiders,
The Offenders,
Bad Manners,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Patti Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Swans,
Joe Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
The Modern Lovers,
Sällskapet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The United States of America,
Piero Umiliani,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alphaville,
U.S. Maple,
Junior Murvin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare,
Vainqueur,
Marcia Griffiths,
EPMD,
Cluster,
Ken Boothe,
The Electric Prunes,
Charles Mingus,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Move,
Man Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joensuu 1685,
Average White Band,
Al Stewart,
Buzzcocks,
Mad Mike,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.