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 Zambia and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
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 linndrum 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Nas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dead Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Electric Prunes,
John Holt,
The Five Americans,
Nico,
ABC,
Skarface,
Masters at Work,
Jacob Miller,
Zero Boys,
EPMD,
Chris & Cosey,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lucky Dragons,
The Music Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Görl,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-Ray Spex,
The Pop Group,
Gang Starr,
The Index,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Reagan Youth,
The Black Dice,
The Buckinghams,
Ultra Naté,
The Sound,
L. Decosne,
Buzzcocks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The New Christs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dark Day,
Eden Ahbez,
cv313,
The Motions,
Bang On A Can,
The Flesh Eaters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Urselle,
James White and The Blacks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Wyatt,
Livin' Joy,
Maurizio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sällskapet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oblivians,
Rakim,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.