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 Ukraine and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 The Music Machine to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Dark Day,
Alton Ellis,
Ossler,
Marshall Jefferson,
In Retrospect,
Ohio Players,
The Sonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Germs,
Agitation Free,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
ABBA,
B.T. Express,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Max Romeo,
Chris Corsano,
Crooked Eye,
Tim Buckley,
Soft Machine,
Organ,
Derrick Morgan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gong,
Davy DMX,
The Tremeloes,
Sonic Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
Isaac Hayes,
Chris & Cosey,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Modern Lovers,
The Residents,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Starr,
Loose Ends,
The Smiths,
JFA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Urselle,
Erykah Badu,
Suicide,
Groovy Waters,
Monks,
the Soft Cell,
Absolute Body Control,
Sandy B,
Roxette,
Man Parrish,
The Litter,
D'Angelo,
The Misunderstood,
Stereo Dub,
Joey Negro,
Cal Tjader,
Sister Nancy,
Cymande,
The Slackers,
Animal Collective,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.