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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alton Ellis to the rap 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Easy Going,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Laurel Aitken,
Mandrill,
Shuggie Otis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Trumans Water,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thee Headcoats,
Gabor Szabo,
Main Source,
Minutemen,
Pere Ubu,
Erasure,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wings,
The Selecter,
Toni Rubio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Flag,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gladiators,
Q65,
Parry Music,
The Doors,
Rod Modell,
Goldenarms,
Tim Buckley,
DJ Sneak,
The Durutti Column,
Joey Negro,
Anakelly,
Alison Limerick,
Prince Buster,
Robert Wyatt,
The Wake,
Roy Ayers,
Warsaw,
Neu!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Porter Ricks,
The Names,
Warren Ellis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Busters,
Eden Ahbez,
UT,
Average White Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blossom Toes,
Dead Boys,
Skriet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The New Christs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.