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 Samoa and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 New York Dolls to the rap 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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cheater Slicks,
Amazonics,
Sparks,
Warsaw,
A Certain Ratio,
Boz Scaggs,
The United States of America,
Icehouse,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New York Dolls,
Metal Thangz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Fraelich,
James White and The Blacks,
The Velvet Underground,
Sixth Finger,
The Busters,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dead C,
Barbara Tucker,
Magazine,
The Moody Blues,
Dawn Penn,
The Doors,
Pulsallama,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bad Manners,
Man Parrish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pagans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joensuu 1685,
Rosa Yemen,
CMW,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Faust,
The Angels of Light,
Black Moon,
Wasted Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Donald Byrd,
Scan 7,
Spandau Ballet,
Tim Buckley,
Japan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Darondo,
Juan Atkins,
The Moleskins,
The Motions,
Michelle Simonal,
Boredoms,
Oneida,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fat Boys,
The Cure,
Minny Pops,
the Soft Cell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lee Hazlewood,
Unwound,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.