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 Brazil and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Ken Boothe to the crunk 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
The Velvet Underground,
Rufus Thomas,
Crispy Ambulance,
This Heat,
Angry Samoans,
DJ Sneak,
Jerry's Kids,
Nico,
Icehouse,
K-Klass,
Black Sheep,
Funkadelic,
The Wake,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Slits,
CMW,
The Star Department,
Babytalk,
Wasted Youth,
Bad Manners,
Anthony Braxton,
Eli Mardock,
Public Image Ltd.,
World's Most,
Jeff Mills,
Tears for Fears,
Johnny Clarke,
Dead Boys,
Gang Starr,
Lungfish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Bananas,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Green,
Quadrant,
Ludus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camberwell Now,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Max Romeo,
OOIOO,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lalann,
Ronnie Foster,
Steve Hackett,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Public Enemy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
La Düsseldorf,
Mars,
The Seeds,
Mo-Dettes,
Agitation Free,
Mandrill,
Sparks,
The Smiths,
Jacques Brel,
cv313,
Unrelated Segments,
Basic Channel,
Easy Going,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.