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 Liberia and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
The Cramps,
Circle Jerks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crispy Ambulance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dennis Brown,
Rites of Spring,
The J.B.'s,
Panda Bear,
Smog,
Duran Duran,
Black Sheep,
Supertramp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stockholm Monsters,
This Heat,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed,
Bizarre Inc.,
Glenn Branca,
Ronan,
Bluetip,
Radio Birdman,
The Motions,
Neu!,
U.S. Maple,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
FM Einheit,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gladiators,
Grauzone,
Michelle Simonal,
Marc Almond,
Prince Buster,
The Saints,
Porter Ricks,
Pantytec,
The Mojo Men,
Little Man,
Amon Düül II,
Lyres,
The Cowsills,
Popol Vuh,
Hot Snakes,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker,
Jandek,
Fugazi,
Amon Düül,
The Moleskins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Darondo,
The Golliwogs,
Ultra Naté,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tears for Fears,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric Dolphy,
Agent Orange,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.