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 Rwanda and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nik Kershaw to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
F. McDonald,
The J.B.'s,
Crash Course in Science,
The Saints,
The Monks,
the Association,
David Axelrod,
The Residents,
Maleditus Sound,
The Barracudas,
Magazine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Real Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Metal Thangz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mandrill,
Reagan Youth,
Das Ding,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flash Fearless,
The Slits,
The Sonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spoonie Gee,
Sugar Minott,
Toni Rubio,
Stereo Dub,
Matthew Halsall,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric Dolphy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brothers Johnson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Electric Prunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Little Man,
Scrapy,
Arthur Verocai,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minutemen,
Ice-T,
Drive Like Jehu,
Accadde A,
Gabor Szabo,
Sound Behaviour,
Circle Jerks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Babytalk,
Jimmy McGriff,
Shuggie Otis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bronski Beat,
Organ,
Gang Green,
Half Japanese,
Graham Central Station,
Visage,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.