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 Cape Verde and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roy Ayers to the punk 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Essential Logic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eli Mardock,
Tres Demented,
Connie Case,
Leonard Cohen,
the Swans,
the Slits,
The Neon Judgement,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flipper,
Royal Trux,
Bad Manners,
Ultra Naté,
Average White Band,
Bluetip,
Livin' Joy,
The Raincoats,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brick,
DJ Style,
Blossom Toes,
Newcleus,
Fluxion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Subhumans,
Tomorrow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
R.M.O.,
Joe Finger,
The Trojans,
Swans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joensuu 1685,
Crooked Eye,
Cameo,
The Slackers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Smog,
Reuben Wilson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Sherman,
Fugazi,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television Personalities,
Accadde A,
The Gladiators,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Red Krayola,
John Holt,
K-Klass,
Joe Smooth,
Anakelly,
Gang Green,
Michelle Simonal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Q and Not U,
Crash Course in Science,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.