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 Iceland and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Michelle Simonal to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Aloha Tigers,
The Raincoats,
Skaos,
Circle Jerks,
Sugar Minott,
Don Cherry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soft Machine,
The Sonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mad Mike,
Warren Ellis,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Toasters,
Scratch Acid,
Ronan,
Crooked Eye,
The Seeds,
The J.B.'s,
Second Layer,
Arab on Radar,
The Pretty Things,
Accadde A,
Lou Christie,
Black Moon,
Dark Day,
Tres Demented,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Buzzcocks,
Echospace,
The Associates,
One Last Wish,
This Heat,
Khruangbin,
Trumans Water,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Slits,
Fatback Band,
The Music Machine,
Groovy Waters,
the Germs,
Wire,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Patti Smith,
Pagans,
Ultravox,
Quantec,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moss Icon,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Qualms,
Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tears for Fears,
Supertramp,
Donny Hathaway,
Sällskapet,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.