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 Nigeria and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sandy B to the grime 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Icehouse,
Tropical Tobacco,
David Bowie,
The Monochrome Set,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gun Club,
Reuben Wilson,
Tomorrow,
The Durutti Column,
Inner City,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barry Ungar,
The Monks,
The Fall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ronnie Foster,
Joe Smooth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ohio Players,
Bang On A Can,
Sound Behaviour,
Man Parrish,
Minny Pops,
The Saints,
Khruangbin,
Oblivians,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
T.S.O.L.,
Arcadia,
Mo-Dettes,
John Foxx,
Skarface,
The United States of America,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Con Funk Shun,
Monolake,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boz Scaggs,
Henry Cow,
Skriet,
Lucky Dragons,
DNA,
Hashim,
H. Thieme,
The Evens,
John Holt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultra Naté,
Yellowson,
Excepter,
Patti Smith,
Interpol,
Nirvana,
Todd Terry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Delta 5,
Gong,
The Moleskins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lyres,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.