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 Tanzania and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Johnny Osbourne to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon 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?
Letta Mbulu,
Siglo XX,
Scott Walker,
Aswad,
The Misunderstood,
Eric Dolphy,
Minny Pops,
Albert Ayler,
Curtis Mayfield,
ABC,
The Velvet Underground,
UT,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cybotron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yazoo,
Nik Kershaw,
Japan,
DJ Sneak,
Ituana,
Wire,
Simply Red,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harmonia,
Q65,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Byrd,
KRS-One,
Maurizio,
Sparks,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Görl,
Spandau Ballet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thompson Twins,
Procol Harum,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kurtis Blow,
Mandrill,
L. Decosne,
Kool Moe Dee,
MC5,
Mary Jane Girls,
Altered Images,
Mantronix,
Fatback Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Index,
Magazine,
Scion,
The Neon Judgement,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeff Lynne,
Arcadia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.