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 Bulgaria and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Bananas to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Mantronix,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeff Mills,
Rufus Thomas,
Janne Schatter,
Banda Bassotti,
Minor Threat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Average White Band,
Accadde A,
China Crisis,
The Evens,
Moss Icon,
Joy Division,
Loose Ends,
Adolescents,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Don Cherry,
Nirvana,
Nick Fraelich,
Shuggie Otis,
Stiv Bators,
Warren Ellis,
World's Most,
Gong,
Joey Negro,
Joe Smooth,
The Standells,
Basic Channel,
Brand Nubian,
One Last Wish,
The Cowsills,
Davy DMX,
David Axelrod,
Jacques Brel,
Sparks,
Eric B and Rakim,
La Düsseldorf,
Newcleus,
Von Mondo,
The Wake,
Royal Trux,
Neil Young,
Charles Mingus,
Delta 5,
Laurel Aitken,
Scion,
New Order,
The Star Department,
Ossler,
Bluetip,
Outsiders,
Bob Dylan,
Howard Jones,
Blancmange,
T.S.O.L.,
Aaron Thompson,
Judy Mowatt,
Minnie Riperton,
Subhumans,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.