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 Sudan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the grime 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
The Cramps,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nils Olav,
The Doobie Brothers,
PIL,
The Doors,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scratch Acid,
The Detroit Cobras,
Agitation Free,
Stiv Bators,
Reuben Wilson,
Warren Ellis,
Juan Atkins,
Oblivians,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gichy Dan,
Circle Jerks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Porter Ricks,
Mr. Review,
The Gladiators,
10cc,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Offenders,
Slave,
LL Cool J,
Organ,
The Human League,
AZ,
Brand Nubian,
the Sonics,
Wings,
Outsiders,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kurtis Blow,
Von Mondo,
Arab on Radar,
Underground Resistance,
Faust,
Crooked Eye,
Johnny Clarke,
Minutemen,
Sugar Minott,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camouflage,
Eric Copeland,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fluxion,
The Durutti Column,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harmonia,
The Last Poets,
Marmalade,
kango's stein massive,
Ituana,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.