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 Venezuela and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Aaron Thompson to the crunk 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Star Department,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Sherman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Isaac Hayes,
Howard Jones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reagan Youth,
Quantec,
Gabor Szabo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Angels of Light,
Yusef Lateef,
Minny Pops,
Camouflage,
Judy Mowatt,
Sparks,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dual Sessions,
Panda Bear,
Colin Newman,
Prince Buster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
EPMD,
Darondo,
Quando Quango,
Lalann,
Unrelated Segments,
Fatback Band,
The Sound,
Marmalade,
Yazoo,
Hardrive,
New Order,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-101,
The American Breed,
Q65,
Inner City,
Sandy B,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fuzztones,
Siglo XX,
Goldenarms,
Altered Images,
Talk Talk,
Mars,
Agitation Free,
The Motions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flipper,
Connie Case,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crooked Eye,
Grey Daturas,
The Barracudas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pulsallama,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.