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 Palau and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Von Mondo to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Busters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Accadde A,
The Toasters,
Sun City Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marmalade,
Inner City,
New Age Steppers,
Drexciya,
Pylon,
Mr. Review,
Main Source,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter & Gordon,
Make Up,
Scratch Acid,
John Lydon,
Animal Collective,
DNA,
The Buckinghams,
a-ha,
Tommy Roe,
Simply Red,
The Martian,
Dorothy Ashby,
Panda Bear,
Lungfish,
The Seeds,
Thompson Twins,
Popol Vuh,
Ronan,
The Smiths,
David McCallum,
The Monks,
L. Decosne,
Quantec,
Fat Boys,
Interpol,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Misunderstood,
Vladislav Delay,
Qualms,
The Vogues,
Nik Kershaw,
The Techniques,
Pantaleimon,
Ronnie Foster,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tom Boy,
Fela Kuti,
Stetsasonic,
Boredoms,
The Gun Club,
Minor Threat,
Young Marble Giants,
cv313,
Easy Going,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.