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 Qatar and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Maurizio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Panda Bear,
The Red Krayola,
Camouflage,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Green,
The Misunderstood,
Jacob Miller,
Brothers Johnson,
The Seeds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Procol Harum,
Rakim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Raincoats,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Music Machine,
Wire,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ludus,
Yellowson,
Royal Trux,
Mission of Burma,
Visage,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-Ray Spex,
John Holt,
Motorama,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Monks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lee Hazlewood,
Intrusion,
Warsaw,
Au Pairs,
DJ Sneak,
Spoonie Gee,
The Slits,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deadbeat,
Peter & Gordon,
Josef K,
Kas Product,
Matthew Halsall,
Judy Mowatt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Drexciya,
Ken Boothe,
Black Bananas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Standells,
UT,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.