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 Slovakia and from New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Tom Verlaine 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 American Breed to the disco 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Marmalade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Piero Umiliani,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jerry's Kids,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Human League,
Sound Behaviour,
John Foxx,
Gabor Szabo,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Trojans,
The Blues Magoos,
Harry Pussy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minor Threat,
The Pretty Things,
Ohio Players,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
L. Decosne,
Agitation Free,
Fluxion,
Mark Hollis,
Soft Machine,
Loose Ends,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Audionom,
Sonic Youth,
Panda Bear,
Graham Central Station,
Ken Boothe,
The Busters,
EPMD,
The Mojo Men,
Alphaville,
Bill Wells,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Darondo,
The Toasters,
Aural Exciters,
Flipper,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fortunes,
The Offenders,
Patti Smith,
Deakin,
The Zeros,
Sixth Finger,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Electric Prunes,
Nirvana,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hot Snakes,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.