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 Panama and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Eve St. Jones to the grunge 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Tears for Fears,
Amazonics,
Alton Ellis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dennis Brown,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Selecter,
Nico,
Smog,
The Remains,
Roxy Music,
Rekid,
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Hill,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Swell Maps,
Suburban Knight,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Malaria!,
Nas,
The Trojans,
The Misunderstood,
The Vogues,
Darondo,
T.S.O.L.,
Lindisfarne,
Eurythmics,
The Dirtbombs,
Quadrant,
Kaleidoscope,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Negative Approach,
AZ,
Inner City,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yellowson,
Jerry's Kids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Görl,
John Holt,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Count Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Clear Light,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Public Enemy,
Rapeman,
Fugazi,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Charles Mingus,
Harmonia,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tom Boy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Drexciya,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.