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 Niger and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
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 chamberlin 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 Man Parrish to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
T. Rex,
Warren Ellis,
Black Pus,
Bad Manners,
Sight & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Seeds,
Jeff Lynne,
Underground Resistance,
Ludus,
Porter Ricks,
Grauzone,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Basic Channel,
Negative Approach,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skaos,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thee Headcoats,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Josef K,
The Five Americans,
Slave,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Slackers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marshall Jefferson,
Freddie Wadling,
Lindisfarne,
Pagans,
Jacques Brel,
Technova,
DNA,
FM Einheit,
Roxette,
Grey Daturas,
the Germs,
Thompson Twins,
Intrusion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Searchers,
The Leaves,
Lightning Bolt,
David McCallum,
ABC,
The Gap Band,
EPMD,
Mr. Review,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Letta Mbulu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Selecter,
D'Angelo,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.