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 Tonga and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sparks to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Idris Muhammad,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gong,
Bill Near,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flipper,
The Selecter,
Mantronix,
The Black Dice,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radio Birdman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Albert Ayler,
Siglo XX,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Godley & Creme,
Patti Smith,
Can,
Sällskapet,
The Five Americans,
Derrick Morgan,
Kayak,
Television Personalities,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Hood,
The Trojans,
Alphaville,
Negative Approach,
Man Parrish,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Steve Hackett,
The Barracudas,
U.S. Maple,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harry Pussy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Henry Cow,
John Cale,
Franke,
Lou Reed,
Danielle Patucci,
Thompson Twins,
The Buckinghams,
Cymande,
Robert Görl,
Hashim,
X-Ray Spex,
Dave Gahan,
Cybotron,
Black Pus,
Yusef Lateef,
Sixth Finger,
The Shadows of Knight,
Young Marble Giants,
The Grass Roots,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.