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 Georgia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Au Pairs to the disco 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Green,
Aural Exciters,
Tommy Roe,
The Move,
Deakin,
Magma,
Danielle Patucci,
Todd Terry,
These Immortal Souls,
The New Christs,
X-Ray Spex,
The Durutti Column,
John Lydon,
The Searchers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Masters at Work,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brand Nubian,
Outsiders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Television,
Black Pus,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Pop Group,
Pagans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tom Boy,
The Velvet Underground,
Minny Pops,
Siglo XX,
Robert Görl,
Godley & Creme,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Coltrane,
Warsaw,
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Basic Channel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Graham Central Station,
Jawbox,
Leonard Cohen,
Patti Smith,
Accadde A,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Flag,
Con Funk Shun,
John Holt,
Second Layer,
Make Up,
H. Thieme,
Kayak,
Rosa Yemen,
Marine Girls,
Carl Craig,
Rod Modell,
DNA,
Fat Boys,
Lindisfarne,
The Fall,
The Fortunes,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.