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 Netherlands and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Michelle Simonal to the punk 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Byrd,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeff Lynne,
Pussy Galore,
Jesper Dahlback,
Steve Hackett,
The Standells,
Tres Demented,
Hasil Adkins,
MC5,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Swans,
The Motions,
Newcleus,
Judy Mowatt,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mojo Men,
Negative Approach,
Fear,
The Gories,
Dead Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pylon,
Technova,
Amon Düül,
Roxette,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blancmange,
Frankie Knuckles,
T.S.O.L.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dead C,
Parry Music,
Gabor Szabo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Christie,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Moleskins,
Quadrant,
Eric Dolphy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Foxx,
Spoonie Gee,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nils Olav,
Delta 5,
Eli Mardock,
Idris Muhammad,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Das Ding,
The Fuzztones,
Johnny Osbourne,
David Axelrod,
Matthew Bourne,
Bob Dylan,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.