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 Nepal and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Misunderstood to the disco 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
New York Dolls,
R.M.O.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sixth Finger,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Seeds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Slits,
Flipper,
The Remains,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
ABC,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boredoms,
Scott Walker,
Joe Smooth,
The Monks,
Jeff Mills,
Icehouse,
The Fuzztones,
Quantec,
kango's stein massive,
The Blues Magoos,
Carl Craig,
Camouflage,
Ken Boothe,
Iggy Pop,
Sam Rivers,
Yaz,
Anthony Braxton,
Faraquet,
Eli Mardock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blake Baxter,
The J.B.'s,
Amon Düül,
Jacob Miller,
The Trojans,
Tomorrow,
Outsiders,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Average White Band,
The Tremeloes,
Fear,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Last Poets,
Stetsasonic,
Johnny Clarke,
Radiohead,
Gregory Isaacs,
Public Enemy,
The Wake,
Pylon,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.