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 Hungary and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 DJ Sneak to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Whodini,
Trumans Water,
Judy Mowatt,
The Victims,
Zero Boys,
The Index,
The Slits,
Al Stewart,
Warren Ellis,
Amon Düül II,
Blossom Toes,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Franke,
Shoche,
Buzzcocks,
KRS-One,
Freddie Wadling,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brass Construction,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sex Pistols,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chrome,
Fatback Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Das Ding,
Gichy Dan,
Lucky Dragons,
Basic Channel,
Yazoo,
Average White Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
48th St. Collective,
Sparks,
Crash Course in Science,
Joyce Sims,
Essential Logic,
Fela Kuti,
Talk Talk,
Jawbox,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New Age Steppers,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott Heron,
F. McDonald,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tom Boy,
Janne Schatter,
Scion,
James White and The Blacks,
Sarah Menescal,
Bob Dylan,
DJ Style,
Aural Exciters,
Sixth Finger,
Kerrie Biddell,
Anakelly,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.