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 Rwanda and from Woodstock.
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 Woodstock and Accra.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 John Holt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Animal Collective,
Ossler,
Pulsallama,
Heaven 17,
F. McDonald,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Copeland,
The Music Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
Darondo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Association,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radio Birdman,
Banda Bassotti,
Marine Girls,
The Kinks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Martian,
Sam Rivers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mandrill,
Main Source,
The Moody Blues,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hot Snakes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Wake,
Hardrive,
Icehouse,
Cecil Taylor,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boredoms,
The Offenders,
Robert Wyatt,
Mantronix,
Grandmaster Flash,
Al Stewart,
Moss Icon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Intrusion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Smoke,
Popol Vuh,
The Blues Magoos,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
kango's stein massive,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quantec,
The Raincoats,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Steve Hackett,
Qualms,
Yellowson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.