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 India and from London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Slave 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nas,
The Slackers,
Ornette Coleman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quando Quango,
Radiohead,
Sällskapet,
a-ha,
Banda Bassotti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Isaac Hayes,
The Raincoats,
Second Layer,
Section 25,
the Soft Cell,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mummies,
The Electric Prunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Grey Daturas,
X-102,
Charles Mingus,
Susan Cadogan,
Harmonia,
Stiv Bators,
Crooked Eye,
Fad Gadget,
Nik Kershaw,
Crash Course in Science,
Josef K,
John Coltrane,
Ultravox,
John Lydon,
James White and The Blacks,
Model 500,
Jacob Miller,
ABC,
Dawn Penn,
Ten City,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barbara Tucker,
Jandek,
Mo-Dettes,
Soft Machine,
Trumans Water,
Cheater Slicks,
Dennis Brown,
The Moody Blues,
Kenny Larkin,
Sonic Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Unrelated Segments,
Stetsasonic,
Moebius,
Bronski Beat,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.