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 Gambia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Radiohead to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Yazoo,
Organ,
Max Romeo,
The Gladiators,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Can,
Nirvana,
Sex Pistols,
Interpol,
Deadbeat,
Japan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Foxx,
Intrusion,
The Techniques,
Essential Logic,
Hardrive,
48th St. Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tubeway Army,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stockholm Monsters,
DNA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Davy DMX,
The Evens,
Alice Coltrane,
Scott Walker,
Niagra,
Bang On A Can,
Reuben Wilson,
Unrelated Segments,
Spandau Ballet,
Soft Cell,
The Searchers,
The Golliwogs,
Shoche,
Ronnie Foster,
Simply Red,
Adolescents,
Supertramp,
The Grass Roots,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Count Five,
Bobby Byrd,
The Misunderstood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Zapp,
Siglo XX,
Cal Tjader,
The Cure,
Sparks,
Das Ding,
The Music Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.