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 Macedonia and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Stereo Dub to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Funkadelic,
Agitation Free,
The Fire Engines,
Von Mondo,
Barrington Levy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Porter Ricks,
Michelle Simonal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Slits,
The Smoke,
These Immortal Souls,
DJ Sneak,
Graham Central Station,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Judy Mowatt,
Faraquet,
Roger Hodgson,
The Monks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mr. Review,
The Gap Band,
Deakin,
the Human League,
Inner City,
Dark Day,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cameo,
Pulsallama,
Fear,
The Star Department,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Parry Music,
Leonard Cohen,
June Days,
Black Bananas,
Tubeway Army,
Hasil Adkins,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Techniques,
Nation of Ulysses,
Smog,
kango's stein massive,
Cluster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bill Wells,
Max Romeo,
The Residents,
Idris Muhammad,
Shuggie Otis,
Roy Ayers,
Stiv Bators,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quadrant,
X-102,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brand Nubian,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.