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 Moldova and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dawn Penn to the techno 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Siglo XX,
Lakeside,
The Star Department,
Hot Snakes,
Albert Ayler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young,
The Victims,
Make Up,
Delta 5,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Beau Brummels,
OOIOO,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Christie,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tres Demented,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Absolute Body Control,
The Skatalites,
Moby Grape,
Con Funk Shun,
Animal Collective,
These Immortal Souls,
Supertramp,
Faust,
Drive Like Jehu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sparks,
The Gories,
Hardrive,
Infiniti,
the Germs,
Monks,
Don Cherry,
New York Dolls,
K-Klass,
Joensuu 1685,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Porter Ricks,
Little Man,
Pantaleimon,
The Standells,
John Holt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dead Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Massinfluence,
ABBA,
Rosa Yemen,
Ronan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Coltrane,
Los Fastidios,
Depeche Mode,
Man Eating Sloth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arab on Radar,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.