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 Kyrgyzstan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jimmy McGriff to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sound Behaviour,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mr. Review,
EPMD,
Aaron Thompson,
Joyce Sims,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sandy B,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Albert Ayler,
Eurythmics,
Excepter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Selecter,
Vladislav Delay,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fatback Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Toasters,
Malaria!,
Tres Demented,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Evens,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Second Layer,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wolf Eyes,
Bill Wells,
The Sonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
MC5,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rotary Connection,
The Last Poets,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Slave,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lungfish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fluxion,
The Angels of Light,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.