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 Sri Lanka and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Last Poets to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
FM Einheit,
Robert Wyatt,
The Neon Judgement,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Angels of Light,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fortunes,
Chris Corsano,
Scratch Acid,
Sonic Youth,
MDC,
CMW,
Monks,
Pantaleimon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Massinfluence,
Brothers Johnson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gong,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Prince Buster,
The Martian,
Groovy Waters,
Donny Hathaway,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
D'Angelo,
The Motions,
Ponytail,
The Tremeloes,
Isaac Hayes,
Derrick May,
Alice Coltrane,
Morten Harket,
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry's Kids,
Darondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New Order,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gun Club,
The Shadows of Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
Pet Shop Boys,
DJ Style,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barbara Tucker,
Livin' Joy,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cowsills,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun Ra,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.