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 Uruguay and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 Johnny Osbourne to the punk 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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
The Moody Blues,
Alton Ellis,
Moebius,
Flipper,
Nas,
The Kinks,
Al Stewart,
Altered Images,
The Cure,
Derrick Morgan,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Offenders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boogie Down Productions,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun Ra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Drexciya,
The Five Americans,
Sarah Menescal,
Bush Tetras,
Soft Cell,
Johnny Clarke,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Reagan Youth,
DNA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
UT,
Fugazi,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ronan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Public Enemy,
The New Christs,
Little Man,
Mr. Review,
Minnie Riperton,
Eve St. Jones,
Chris & Cosey,
Slave,
Harmonia,
Grey Daturas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Second Layer,
Shoche,
Hashim,
Zapp,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Slits,
Saccharine Trust,
Ten City,
Marcia Griffiths,
Qualms,
Barrington Levy,
The Busters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Suicide,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.