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 El Salvador and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jerry's Kids to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
T.S.O.L.,
The Vogues,
Outsiders,
the Swans,
Jeff Lynne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sarah Menescal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Graham Central Station,
Girls At Our Best!,
Goldenarms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alphaville,
Hashim,
Quadrant,
Slave,
Mandrill,
Wings,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Steve Hackett,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erykah Badu,
Kayak,
Japan,
Deepchord,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Junior Murvin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Essential Logic,
Leonard Cohen,
Easy Going,
Bill Near,
Das Ding,
Yazoo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pussy Galore,
the Slits,
Eve St. Jones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lakeside,
Kaleidoscope,
Hot Snakes,
Slick Rick,
Nik Kershaw,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Moleskins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Wells,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Invisible,
KRS-One,
David McCallum,
Inner City,
Babytalk,
Average White Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Last Poets,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.