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 Ecuador and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the funk 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Funky Four + One,
Young Marble Giants,
Idris Muhammad,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-102,
Camberwell Now,
The Velvet Underground,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flipper,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Foxx,
Essential Logic,
Leonard Cohen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scott Walker,
The Mummies,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nik Kershaw,
Skarface,
Glambeats Corp.,
Procol Harum,
Tim Buckley,
Swell Maps,
Blake Baxter,
New Order,
Rekid,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stetsasonic,
DNA,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
Massinfluence,
The Misunderstood,
Television,
Quantec,
Dorothy Ashby,
The J.B.'s,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slits,
Schoolly D,
Stereo Dub,
Tomorrow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Golliwogs,
Eric Dolphy,
Freddie Wadling,
Organ,
The Evens,
Minor Threat,
Liliput,
The Gun Club,
Alison Limerick,
The Fire Engines,
Girls At Our Best!,
KRS-One,
Mission of Burma,
Judy Mowatt,
The Real Kids,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.