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 Burundi and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
The Zeros,
Oblivians,
the Slits,
Rakim,
The Beau Brummels,
Massinfluence,
Vainqueur,
Radiopuhelimet,
EPMD,
Warsaw,
Depeche Mode,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The United States of America,
Bob Dylan,
The Black Dice,
T.S.O.L.,
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Rundgren,
Scion,
Crime,
The Litter,
The Gladiators,
The Residents,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Don Cherry,
The Doors,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boredoms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minny Pops,
Black Pus,
Robert Hood,
Peter & Gordon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sixth Finger,
Bronski Beat,
Surgeon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
June Days,
Robert Wyatt,
T. Rex,
Yellowson,
Scratch Acid,
Hasil Adkins,
Davy DMX,
Bauhaus,
The Real Kids,
Lower 48,
Mission of Burma,
Janne Schatter,
Smog,
Television Personalities,
Mad Mike,
Dennis Brown,
Connie Case,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.