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 Gabon and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bush Tetras to the rock 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Tears for Fears,
Basic Channel,
Pantaleimon,
Roger Hodgson,
Sonny Sharrock,
JFA,
Little Man,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Dual Sessions,
R.M.O.,
Inner City,
The Evens,
Franke,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Swell Maps,
the Germs,
Schoolly D,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lalann,
Pantytec,
Andrew Hill,
Cymande,
Duran Duran,
Amon Düül,
Cabaret Voltaire,
MC5,
Rod Modell,
Ituana,
The Human League,
the Association,
The Litter,
Rekid,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pet Shop Boys,
F. McDonald,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Organ,
The Golliwogs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Guru Guru,
Bush Tetras,
Todd Terry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Electric Prunes,
Godley & Creme,
Animal Collective,
Brothers Johnson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Parry Music,
Unwound,
Jerry's Kids,
The Star Department,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yazoo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Vogues,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.