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 Haiti and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Royal Trux to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Urselle,
Bootsy Collins,
Janne Schatter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The American Breed,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Howard Jones,
MC5,
R.M.O.,
The Move,
The Pretty Things,
Boogie Down Productions,
Glambeats Corp.,
U.S. Maple,
Sun City Girls,
Trumans Water,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dark Day,
Visage,
Barclay James Harvest,
Spoonie Gee,
the Association,
Joyce Sims,
Ultimate Spinach,
Section 25,
The Gap Band,
Q65,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Zeros,
The Dead C,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harpers Bizarre,
This Heat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter & Gordon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yellowson,
Bob Dylan,
Flipper,
Public Enemy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Icehouse,
The Evens,
B.T. Express,
The Slits,
Simply Red,
Delon & Dalcan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soulsonic Force,
Arab on Radar,
Sister Nancy,
Moss Icon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Selecter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scrapy,
Index,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.