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 Estonia and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Nils Olav,
In Retrospect,
Guru Guru,
Zero Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Ice-T,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Happenings,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Association,
Tim Buckley,
Magazine,
Subhumans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crispian St. Peters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Warsaw,
Mr. Review,
Circle Jerks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Banda Bassotti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Basic Channel,
Eve St. Jones,
Pantaleimon,
The Pretty Things,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric Copeland,
Darondo,
Pussy Galore,
The Searchers,
Blossom Toes,
Sun Ra,
Max Romeo,
Severed Heads,
Peter and Kerry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Can,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mantronix,
Livin' Joy,
Moby Grape,
Byron Stingily,
Roxy Music,
Oneida,
Bill Near,
Bronski Beat,
Rakim,
John Lydon,
Hoover,
Symarip,
Young Marble Giants,
Iggy Pop,
Quantec,
Don Cherry,
This Heat,
Cameo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Count Five,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.