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 Guatemala and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Colin Newman to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Brand Nubian,
FM Einheit,
the Germs,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Human League,
Groovy Waters,
Popol Vuh,
The Slits,
Scientists,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lindisfarne,
Smog,
Robert Wyatt,
Pulsallama,
Michelle Simonal,
Lower 48,
Johnny Clarke,
James White and The Blacks,
Nik Kershaw,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stockholm Monsters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Das Ding,
Rosa Yemen,
Darondo,
KRS-One,
Infiniti,
Zero Boys,
Man Parrish,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Davy DMX,
Cymande,
Supertramp,
Juan Atkins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aswad,
JFA,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rites of Spring,
Dawn Penn,
Tommy Roe,
Electric Prunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gun Club,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Moon,
Lungfish,
Kas Product,
Jawbox,
Audionom,
E-Dancer,
Blake Baxter,
Freddie Wadling,
The Move,
U.S. Maple,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.