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 Tajikistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Johnny Clarke 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Connie Case,
Danielle Patucci,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cluster,
Barry Ungar,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Panda Bear,
Skaos,
Pere Ubu,
The Move,
The Real Kids,
John Coltrane,
Audionom,
June of 44,
Rufus Thomas,
H. Thieme,
F. McDonald,
Main Source,
Brass Construction,
Juan Atkins,
Chris Corsano,
Masters at Work,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Human League,
Jeff Lynne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bad Manners,
Bauhaus,
Rotary Connection,
New Order,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neu!,
Lyres,
A Certain Ratio,
Agent Orange,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
10cc,
Unwound,
The Associates,
Model 500,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Section 25,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nirvana,
DJ Sneak,
kango's stein massive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skarface,
The Slits,
Tres Demented,
Alton Ellis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kenny Larkin,
Half Japanese,
Ronnie Foster,
Monks,
Fatback Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
FM Einheit,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.