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 Barbados and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Andrew Hill to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Shoche,
Lou Reed,
Cymande,
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marine Girls,
Robert Görl,
Skaos,
DNA,
Second Layer,
Eric Dolphy,
Newcleus,
Excepter,
Ice-T,
Surgeon,
Section 25,
Deakin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Half Japanese,
The Trojans,
The Durutti Column,
The Kinks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Victims,
John Lydon,
Eurythmics,
Symarip,
the Soft Cell,
Todd Terry,
Trumans Water,
Bluetip,
Glenn Branca,
Lee Hazlewood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joensuu 1685,
Carl Craig,
Subhumans,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-102,
Fat Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Velvet Underground,
Nico,
Bill Wells,
Dorothy Ashby,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dead C,
H. Thieme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Theoretical Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Wire,
The Toasters,
The Seeds,
Barbara Tucker,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.