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 Philippines and from London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Red Krayola to the rap 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Zeros,
Banda Bassotti,
Rotary Connection,
Soulsonic Force,
Half Japanese,
Young Marble Giants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Standells,
Shoche,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Main Source,
Scott Walker,
The Gladiators,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Vogues,
Suicide,
The Five Americans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Sheep,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joensuu 1685,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crime,
Ronnie Foster,
The Kinks,
Mark Hollis,
Funky Four + One,
Kaleidoscope,
Adolescents,
The Residents,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacques Brel,
Kerri Chandler,
Donald Byrd,
Subhumans,
Television Personalities,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radio Birdman,
Jawbox,
Warren Ellis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fugs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Music Machine,
The Barracudas,
Mission of Burma,
Juan Atkins,
X-102,
Chris & Cosey,
48th St. Collective,
The Black Dice,
Tears for Fears,
Sun City Girls,
Rod Modell,
Arab on Radar,
Carl Craig,
Steve Hackett,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.