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 Djibouti and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Johnny Osbourne to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Gichy Dan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tom Boy,
Talk Talk,
Fatback Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mantronix,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Livin' Joy,
The Misunderstood,
The New Christs,
FM Einheit,
Morten Harket,
Electric Prunes,
The United States of America,
Boredoms,
Marc Almond,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marine Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lakeside,
Skaos,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jerry's Kids,
Newcleus,
Tubeway Army,
the Sonics,
Agent Orange,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Skatalites,
Ossler,
Essential Logic,
The Happenings,
Grey Daturas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crooked Eye,
the Bar-Kays,
Todd Terry,
Letta Mbulu,
Aswad,
Barbara Tucker,
The Pop Group,
Angry Samoans,
Fat Boys,
Deakin,
UT,
Little Man,
Bootsy Collins,
Neu!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bluetip,
Ronan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wings,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.