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 Algeria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 The Buckinghams to the electroclash 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Görl,
Brand Nubian,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sex Pistols,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Pus,
Tears for Fears,
Lightning Bolt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABBA,
Quando Quango,
Frankie Knuckles,
Q65,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hashim,
Scientists,
Dennis Brown,
Siglo XX,
The Star Department,
Sarah Menescal,
World's Most,
Slick Rick,
L. Decosne,
Sun Ra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Smoke,
Thompson Twins,
Stiv Bators,
Boz Scaggs,
Letta Mbulu,
D'Angelo,
Essential Logic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Steve Hackett,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cluster,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Mills,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smiths,
The Martian,
The Angels of Light,
June of 44,
Blake Baxter,
Jacques Brel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scratch Acid,
The Dirtbombs,
Infiniti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Byron Stingily,
Wolf Eyes,
Yazoo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flamin' Groovies,
AZ,
Angry Samoans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.