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 Montenegro and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Sun City Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Quadrant,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Monks,
Kayak,
the Sonics,
Erasure,
Interpol,
Sarah Menescal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Newcleus,
Gang Starr,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oneida,
Brothers Johnson,
Wolf Eyes,
Organ,
Patti Smith,
OOIOO,
Scan 7,
The Toasters,
Monks,
The Smoke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Excepter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ossler,
Index,
Buzzcocks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thee Headcoats,
Section 25,
Basic Channel,
Bill Wells,
Public Enemy,
The Trojans,
The Velvet Underground,
Neu!,
Rosa Yemen,
The Pop Group,
Todd Terry,
Lou Christie,
Lindisfarne,
Spoonie Gee,
Dawn Penn,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Normal,
Eli Mardock,
Gregory Isaacs,
Adolescents,
Hashim,
Carl Craig,
The Five Americans,
Pussy Galore,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Juan Atkins,
Masters at Work,
Warsaw,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeff Mills,
John Cale,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.