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 Barbados and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Royal Trux to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Charles Mingus,
Scott Walker,
La Düsseldorf,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Slits,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Andrew Hill,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Normal,
The Tremeloes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Agent Orange,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Slick Rick,
Neu!,
Magazine,
Joy Division,
Joe Finger,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-101,
The Electric Prunes,
Zero Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Evens,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fall,
Traffic Nightmare,
Procol Harum,
The Real Kids,
Danielle Patucci,
Wasted Youth,
The Kinks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Das Ding,
Marmalade,
Aural Exciters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Schoolly D,
U.S. Maple,
Pharoah Sanders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultra Naté,
Cal Tjader,
Stiv Bators,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Star Department,
Radiohead,
Public Image Ltd.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
June Days,
The Index,
Franke,
Niagra,
Maleditus Sound,
Loose Ends,
KRS-One,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.