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 Suriname and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blake Baxter,
The Grass Roots,
The Residents,
Minor Threat,
Lyres,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pierre Henry,
Rapeman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Junior Murvin,
The Dirtbombs,
Amazonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joyce Sims,
Mr. Review,
Liliput,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ice-T,
Spandau Ballet,
Nas,
Cal Tjader,
Model 500,
The Velvet Underground,
Funky Four + One,
DNA,
Oneida,
The Wake,
Wings,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amon Düül II,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Royal Trux,
Donald Byrd,
Mad Mike,
Andrew Hill,
a-ha,
Barbara Tucker,
Carl Craig,
Gang Starr,
the Sonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vladislav Delay,
Depeche Mode,
The Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight,
Qualms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Slick Rick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Patti Smith,
Pylon,
F. McDonald,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roxette,
Echospace,
The Doors,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.