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 Austria and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Holt to the crunk 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Hasil Adkins,
Mo-Dettes,
Henry Cow,
Fear,
Bauhaus,
Qualms,
Kerri Chandler,
David Axelrod,
The Fortunes,
Youth Brigade,
a-ha,
Public Image Ltd.,
Siglo XX,
Oblivians,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sex Pistols,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Enemy,
PIL,
Talk Talk,
Urselle,
The Birthday Party,
Eve St. Jones,
Radio Birdman,
Idris Muhammad,
The Grass Roots,
Crash Course in Science,
Dark Day,
Magma,
Vladislav Delay,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Agent Orange,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arcadia,
Make Up,
Sonic Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Leonard Cohen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Human League,
Throbbing Gristle,
Masters at Work,
The Names,
Nik Kershaw,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Misunderstood,
Man Parrish,
Pylon,
Skaos,
Motorama,
Fatback Band,
The Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Slick Rick,
Trumans Water,
Liliput,
The Doors,
Audionom,
Underground Resistance,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.