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 Sudan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 Swell Maps to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall,
Animal Collective,
Graham Central Station,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Althea and Donna,
The Durutti Column,
Rhythm & Sound,
UT,
Roger Hodgson,
Jacob Miller,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lalann,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Anthony Braxton,
Traffic Nightmare,
Index,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Main Source,
Alton Ellis,
Nirvana,
ABC,
Eric Dolphy,
Soft Cell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter & Gordon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Magma,
Brass Construction,
Crime,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hot Snakes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeff Mills,
La Düsseldorf,
ABBA,
Ornette Coleman,
T.S.O.L.,
the Germs,
Guru Guru,
Johnny Osbourne,
Trumans Water,
The Cramps,
Aloha Tigers,
Andrew Hill,
The Tremeloes,
Bang On A Can,
Parry Music,
Essential Logic,
Sight & Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Monolake,
Aural Exciters,
Dorothy Ashby,
June of 44,
The Gories,
Symarip,
Agitation Free,
The Saints,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.