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 Swaziland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 David McCallum to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Main Source,
The Grass Roots,
One Last Wish,
Minutemen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Sherman,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Flag,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Association,
Interpol,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MC5,
The Neon Judgement,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Talk Talk,
Harmonia,
Neil Young,
Cybotron,
Stereo Dub,
Stetsasonic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Andrew Hill,
The Litter,
Pole,
Chris & Cosey,
Joyce Sims,
David McCallum,
Sixth Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Buckinghams,
Peter & Gordon,
T. Rex,
Deakin,
Q and Not U,
The Gun Club,
Heaven 17,
Symarip,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Lydon,
Flash Fearless,
Cluster,
Aural Exciters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wasted Youth,
Joy Division,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tommy Roe,
Crash Course in Science,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.