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 Gabon and from Halifax.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Chrome to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blake Baxter,
EPMD,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chrome,
UT,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joy Division,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
This Heat,
Roxette,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joyce Sims,
Leonard Cohen,
Silicon Teens,
Minutemen,
Deepchord,
Eli Mardock,
Nation of Ulysses,
Zapp,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radiohead,
The Associates,
John Lydon,
Can,
Bootsy Collins,
Inner City,
Dead Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Amon Düül II,
The Vogues,
Rapeman,
Heaven 17,
Kurtis Blow,
Bob Dylan,
Eric Copeland,
Joe Smooth,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Angels of Light,
Echospace,
Brand Nubian,
Black Moon,
the Human League,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pere Ubu,
Thompson Twins,
Tom Boy,
Ken Boothe,
Pylon,
The Blues Magoos,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pagans,
48th St. Collective,
Khruangbin,
Panda Bear,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.