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 Cyprus and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Babytalk to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Thompson Twins,
Television,
Lungfish,
T.S.O.L.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Names,
LL Cool J,
Section 25,
Harry Pussy,
Yazoo,
Amazonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Todd Terry,
Cal Tjader,
KRS-One,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Gang of Four,
Jawbox,
Maleditus Sound,
The Moleskins,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
Toni Rubio,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Victims,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Evens,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Todd Rundgren,
Janne Schatter,
The Smoke,
Suicide,
Trumans Water,
Black Flag,
The Busters,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Kinks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joyce Sims,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Connie Case,
The Mojo Men,
Little Man,
Hardrive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Main Source,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bronski Beat,
Andrew Hill,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Green,
Bang On A Can,
Hoover,
Vainqueur,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Divine Comedy,
Skarface,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.