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 South Sudan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Milan and Stockholm.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the dance 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Fugazi,
The Motions,
Sound Behaviour,
Youth Brigade,
The Dead C,
Pet Shop Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Intrusion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Smiths,
Don Cherry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Metal Thangz,
Pussy Galore,
Peter and Kerry,
Niagra,
Make Up,
Young Marble Giants,
These Immortal Souls,
Howard Jones,
Stiv Bators,
Q and Not U,
Alton Ellis,
Wasted Youth,
Au Pairs,
Sam Rivers,
The Fortunes,
The Monks,
Quantec,
Japan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
CMW,
Agent Orange,
MDC,
Babytalk,
Jacques Brel,
the Germs,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
a-ha,
The Pop Group,
Gang of Four,
The Misunderstood,
Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett,
Bootsy Collins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Angels of Light,
Roxette,
Spandau Ballet,
Warren Ellis,
John Lydon,
Johnny Clarke,
Motorama,
Maleditus Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Marine Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.