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 Morocco 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 The Zeros to the techno 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
The Cramps,
Camberwell Now,
Mark Hollis,
In Retrospect,
Big Daddy Kane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Intrusion,
Gichy Dan,
Alison Limerick,
Patti Smith,
cv313,
Gang of Four,
8 Eyed Spy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Public Enemy,
Brick,
Mantronix,
Yusef Lateef,
Sugar Minott,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kerri Chandler,
Chris & Cosey,
Model 500,
the Association,
Gong,
DJ Style,
Niagra,
The Techniques,
Ten City,
Gang Gang Dance,
Isaac Hayes,
Jawbox,
Bizarre Inc.,
Warsaw,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Echospace,
Deakin,
John Holt,
The Mummies,
World's Most,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hoover,
The Victims,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun Ra,
Fear,
Rod Modell,
Jandek,
Lungfish,
Althea and Donna,
The Slackers,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slits,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Max Romeo,
Arthur Verocai,
Steve Hackett,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.