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 Japan and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sexual Harrassment to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kurtis Blow,
The Five Americans,
The Moleskins,
Newcleus,
The Smiths,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alton Ellis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jawbox,
Gang Starr,
Chris & Cosey,
CMW,
Lower 48,
Bootsy Collins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Guru Guru,
Nico,
The Mojo Men,
Heaven 17,
Lalann,
The Seeds,
Robert Wyatt,
Clear Light,
Ultravox,
The Monochrome Set,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
New Order,
The Young Rascals,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Interpol,
Wasted Youth,
The Gories,
Deadbeat,
David McCallum,
Jacques Brel,
Johnny Clarke,
New York Dolls,
Television,
The Modern Lovers,
Todd Terry,
The Pretty Things,
The Black Dice,
Minutemen,
The Monks,
the Sonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Al Stewart,
The Searchers,
Altered Images,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-101,
Mark Hollis,
The Dave Clark Five,
MC5,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.