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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mandrill to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Swans,
Black Moon,
KRS-One,
Oblivians,
Drexciya,
The Monks,
Ponytail,
Buzzcocks,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Misunderstood,
Whodini,
Quantec,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Q and Not U,
Mo-Dettes,
Sister Nancy,
AZ,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scientists,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eden Ahbez,
The Real Kids,
Bill Wells,
Panda Bear,
Von Mondo,
kango's stein massive,
Funky Four + One,
Scott Walker,
PIL,
Make Up,
Scrapy,
X-Ray Spex,
Suburban Knight,
Can,
R.M.O.,
Wasted Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Juan Atkins,
Al Stewart,
Second Layer,
Moebius,
Organ,
Alton Ellis,
Basic Channel,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cure,
Young Marble Giants,
Blossom Toes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nation of Ulysses,
Accadde A,
The Index,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Delta 5,
Morten Harket,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.