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 Dominican Republic and from New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 JFA to the rap 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Average White Band,
the Swans,
Camberwell Now,
Piero Umiliani,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ronnie Foster,
Flamin' Groovies,
Outsiders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skaos,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Malaria!,
Bobby Womack,
The Durutti Column,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alison Limerick,
The Evens,
The Last Poets,
Kerri Chandler,
These Immortal Souls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
China Crisis,
Bobby Sherman,
Glenn Branca,
Alice Coltrane,
The Smoke,
Q65,
Skriet,
World's Most,
Blossom Toes,
The Slits,
Hot Snakes,
Mad Mike,
Infiniti,
Moebius,
John Holt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gap Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Michelle Simonal,
The Motions,
Dawn Penn,
Suicide,
Steve Hackett,
the Germs,
Rosa Yemen,
Royal Trux,
The Residents,
Cal Tjader,
Talk Talk,
Index,
Max Romeo,
Monolake,
Bauhaus,
The Mummies,
Wings,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.