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 Kenya and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wasted Youth to the rock 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Charles Mingus,
The Divine Comedy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Popol Vuh,
Crooked Eye,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rotary Connection,
Livin' Joy,
Arthur Verocai,
Cymande,
John Coltrane,
D'Angelo,
Marmalade,
Index,
The Litter,
Boredoms,
The Young Rascals,
Gang of Four,
Sonny Sharrock,
Swell Maps,
Section 25,
Rod Modell,
Arcadia,
Kayak,
Skriet,
Johnny Clarke,
Au Pairs,
Flash Fearless,
The Durutti Column,
The Skatalites,
Pierre Henry,
Mission of Burma,
Talk Talk,
Ohio Players,
Funkadelic,
Brand Nubian,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Leonard Cohen,
Buzzcocks,
Spandau Ballet,
Unrelated Segments,
Dennis Brown,
Ludus,
Hoover,
The Music Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dirtbombs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nico,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Selecter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joy Division,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rites of Spring,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.