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 Belarus and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Suburban Knight to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Warren Ellis,
Can,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Velvet Underground,
Hardrive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alison Limerick,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thee Headcoats,
X-Ray Spex,
Arab on Radar,
KRS-One,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Modern Lovers,
The Move,
Little Man,
Kenny Larkin,
Massinfluence,
Bill Near,
Fad Gadget,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun City Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Bauhaus,
Underground Resistance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gories,
Niagra,
Scion,
Eurythmics,
Half Japanese,
Wolf Eyes,
Negative Approach,
Subhumans,
The Stooges,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sparks,
Arthur Verocai,
The Barracudas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Christie,
Circle Jerks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Whodini,
Rekid,
Electric Prunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Standells,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radiohead,
Brick,
Dead Boys,
Scrapy,
Crime,
Faust,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.