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 St Lucia and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fear to the grunge 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Shuggie Otis,
Dawn Penn,
Black Bananas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Animal Collective,
The Last Poets,
The Fortunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Wake,
Amon Düül II,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Residents,
Inner City,
Connie Case,
Bill Near,
Zapp,
Cheater Slicks,
Ponytail,
Cameo,
Lakeside,
The Vogues,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boz Scaggs,
Gichy Dan,
Radiohead,
The Fire Engines,
Underground Resistance,
Brothers Johnson,
Girls At Our Best!,
JFA,
Byron Stingily,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
MDC,
T. Rex,
Monks,
Morten Harket,
Goldenarms,
Moby Grape,
Vainqueur,
Arab on Radar,
June Days,
Dual Sessions,
Flash Fearless,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moebius,
Circle Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Howard Jones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Anthony Braxton,
AZ,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Siglo XX,
Pussy Galore,
Iggy Pop,
Ornette Coleman,
Glenn Branca,
Black Sheep,
The Monks,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.