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 Pakistan 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 Sandy B to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Animal Collective,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
PIL,
Matthew Halsall,
Rufus Thomas,
Mad Mike,
Sparks,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marine Girls,
Negative Approach,
Sam Rivers,
the Swans,
The Tremeloes,
Flash Fearless,
Sonic Youth,
Pantytec,
The American Breed,
Zapp,
kango's stein massive,
Au Pairs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Japan,
Audionom,
Lou Christie,
Porter Ricks,
Siglo XX,
Pet Shop Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dark Day,
David Bowie,
L. Decosne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Womack,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
H. Thieme,
Groovy Waters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Vogues,
48th St. Collective,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Zero Boys,
New Order,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Smoke,
Yazoo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Make Up,
Surgeon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nils Olav,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aural Exciters,
Rotary Connection,
Brand Nubian,
Niagra,
Toni Rubio,
This Heat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.