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 Macedonia and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Hasil Adkins to the disco 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Christie,
Sonic Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed,
New Age Steppers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Monks,
Blossom Toes,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Moleskins,
Jacob Miller,
Sun City Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
A Certain Ratio,
Camouflage,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Reagan Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
Section 25,
Albert Ayler,
Saccharine Trust,
The Zeros,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Schoolly D,
The Doobie Brothers,
In Retrospect,
New York Dolls,
La Düsseldorf,
Grey Daturas,
Smog,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Happenings,
Jesper Dahlback,
Basic Channel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Remains,
Rakim,
The Electric Prunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Fraelich,
Bronski Beat,
Mantronix,
Harmonia,
PIL,
Radiopuhelimet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Babytalk,
Rod Modell,
Danielle Patucci,
Mad Mike,
The American Breed,
Robert Wyatt,
Janne Schatter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.