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 Vanuatu and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 Hardrive to the rap 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
The Victims,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quantec,
Funkadelic,
Eric Copeland,
The Raincoats,
Joey Negro,
The Gories,
The Toasters,
the Swans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Slits,
Black Sheep,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rosa Yemen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Pus,
T. Rex,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Leonard Cohen,
The Music Machine,
Skaos,
The Busters,
Grey Daturas,
Blossom Toes,
the Sonics,
Brand Nubian,
The Gap Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Stereo Dub,
Kevin Saunderson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Michelle Simonal,
D'Angelo,
The Saints,
Anthony Braxton,
Thee Headcoats,
Urselle,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wolf Eyes,
Bob Dylan,
Gang of Four,
Amon Düül II,
Boredoms,
Television Personalities,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mr. Review,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mission of Burma,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barry Ungar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dave Gahan,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.