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 Kenya and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 June of 44 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode 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?
Angry Samoans,
PIL,
Don Cherry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang of Four,
The Names,
Jeff Mills,
The Monks,
The Zeros,
Magma,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Y Pants,
Leonard Cohen,
Radio Birdman,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fall,
The Durutti Column,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Heaven 17,
Loose Ends,
Sparks,
Can,
These Immortal Souls,
Banda Bassotti,
Fear,
The Sonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
World's Most,
Organ,
Susan Cadogan,
Suburban Knight,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harry Pussy,
Alton Ellis,
Monks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Trojans,
Lyres,
The Monochrome Set,
New Order,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chrome,
Bluetip,
Gichy Dan,
Livin' Joy,
Byron Stingily,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crime,
Warren Ellis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Pus,
Agent Orange,
The Fire Engines,
Shuggie Otis,
Mission of Burma,
ABC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.