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 Benin and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Young Marble Giants to the techno 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Khruangbin,
Y Pants,
John Coltrane,
The Skatalites,
Marmalade,
Scrapy,
Pulsallama,
Grey Daturas,
Marvin Gaye,
Newcleus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Subhumans,
Cameo,
Jawbox,
Buzzcocks,
The Leaves,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Sherman,
Chris & Cosey,
Joyce Sims,
Tubeway Army,
In Retrospect,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Techniques,
Black Flag,
Pantytec,
Anthony Braxton,
Curtis Mayfield,
Reuben Wilson,
Ohio Players,
Blossom Toes,
The Monochrome Set,
Visage,
Ultra Naté,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Das Ding,
The Remains,
Lou Reed,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scratch Acid,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
June Days,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arab on Radar,
Royal Trux,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
Graham Central Station,
Derrick Morgan,
Bush Tetras,
Jacob Miller,
The Monks,
The Pretty Things,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.