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 Guyana and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 CMW to the crunk 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Pere Ubu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Connie Case,
Pantytec,
Sister Nancy,
China Crisis,
Barbara Tucker,
F. McDonald,
Kerri Chandler,
Gregory Isaacs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scan 7,
the Slits,
Johnny Osbourne,
Max Romeo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Glenn Branca,
The Busters,
Pantaleimon,
Neil Young,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Byrd,
The Happenings,
Carl Craig,
In Retrospect,
The Human League,
Harmonia,
Urselle,
CMW,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Red Krayola,
Electric Prunes,
Cluster,
Fat Boys,
Yazoo,
Oneida,
The Zeros,
Lebanon Hanover,
U.S. Maple,
Marcia Griffiths,
Khruangbin,
Icehouse,
Siglo XX,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lower 48,
PIL,
Mark Hollis,
Drexciya,
Outsiders,
Zapp,
Rotary Connection,
Lindisfarne,
DJ Sneak,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mojo Men,
Erykah Badu,
Crash Course in Science,
Nick Fraelich,
Guru Guru,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.