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 Rwanda and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Rekid to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Darondo,
Mad Mike,
Pulsallama,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Guru Guru,
Rites of Spring,
Barbara Tucker,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wings,
Crash Course in Science,
Rakim,
Wally Richardson,
The Moleskins,
Roxy Music,
Gong,
Fluxion,
Don Cherry,
Cecil Taylor,
Intrusion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hoover,
The Cramps,
Marc Almond,
Stiv Bators,
Agitation Free,
Slave,
The Gun Club,
The Wake,
Amon Düül,
Peter and Kerry,
Iggy Pop,
John Holt,
cv313,
Godley & Creme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
EPMD,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kenny Larkin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
In Retrospect,
Warsaw,
Tears for Fears,
David Bowie,
DJ Sneak,
Boz Scaggs,
Accadde A,
Saccharine Trust,
Mark Hollis,
Michelle Simonal,
Sonic Youth,
Moby Grape,
Make Up,
Man Eating Sloth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Metal Thangz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Motions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.