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 Haiti and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Smiths 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Adolescents,
This Heat,
Mandrill,
Spandau Ballet,
Charles Mingus,
The Litter,
Absolute Body Control,
the Sonics,
Wally Richardson,
Kayak,
The Alarm Clocks,
Metal Thangz,
The Sonics,
Porter Ricks,
Rosa Yemen,
Ossler,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deadbeat,
The Victims,
The Slits,
Khruangbin,
The Smiths,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter and Kerry,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mummies,
Michelle Simonal,
Letta Mbulu,
Matthew Halsall,
Malaria!,
In Retrospect,
Sight & Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Lyres,
The Martian,
Ludus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Accadde A,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Parry Music,
Gong,
Camouflage,
The Gladiators,
Boredoms,
Young Marble Giants,
Silicon Teens,
Supertramp,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Swell Maps,
Bronski Beat,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Q65,
Grandmaster Flash,
Warren Ellis,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.