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 Equatorial Guinea and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rhythm & Sound to the electroclash 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Visage,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Shoche,
The Walker Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Hood,
Yaz,
Buzzcocks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Massinfluence,
The Neon Judgement,
Davy DMX,
Livin' Joy,
The Mummies,
Lebanon Hanover,
Niagra,
Suicide,
Black Sheep,
Eddi Front,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wire,
Matthew Halsall,
Severed Heads,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Michelle Simonal,
Minor Threat,
Rotary Connection,
Brand Nubian,
Radiohead,
Electric Prunes,
Donny Hathaway,
The Names,
Bobby Sherman,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter and Kerry,
The Remains,
The Dead C,
The Shadows of Knight,
Piero Umiliani,
Andrew Hill,
Suburban Knight,
Mad Mike,
Joyce Sims,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fortunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Lydon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
MC5,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Buckinghams,
Connie Case,
Ossler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tomorrow,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.