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 Peru and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Rapeman to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare,
Barrington Levy,
The Black Dice,
John Foxx,
Massinfluence,
Black Flag,
New Age Steppers,
Interpol,
Ronnie Foster,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Buckinghams,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Guru Guru,
Lou Christie,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Little Man,
The Sonics,
Organ,
K-Klass,
LL Cool J,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mandrill,
Moebius,
The Index,
Das Ding,
the Soft Cell,
Gang of Four,
Chrome,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ken Boothe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lower 48,
Henry Cow,
The Pretty Things,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cowsills,
Wings,
The Cramps,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rapeman,
Matthew Halsall,
Angry Samoans,
Bronski Beat,
KRS-One,
The Vogues,
Hardrive,
EPMD,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Make Up,
The Human League,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Move,
Godley & Creme,
Radio Birdman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Reuben Wilson,
Derrick Morgan,
Youth Brigade,
Eve St. Jones,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.