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 Croatia 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Boz Scaggs,
Iggy Pop,
Harry Pussy,
These Immortal Souls,
Sonic Youth,
MDC,
June Days,
Dave Gahan,
Roger Hodgson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Model 500,
48th St. Collective,
Derrick May,
The Neon Judgement,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Smog,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anakelly,
The Busters,
Circle Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mission of Burma,
Radiohead,
Sight & Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Kaleidoscope,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erykah Badu,
The Misunderstood,
Ken Boothe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sam Rivers,
Livin' Joy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tres Demented,
Lightning Bolt,
The Monks,
Sound Behaviour,
Adolescents,
Skarface,
Susan Cadogan,
Chrome,
Eurythmics,
The Knickerbockers,
Stetsasonic,
Agent Orange,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Womack,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neil Young,
The Residents,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Modern Lovers,
The Techniques,
Colin Newman,
T. Rex,
Chris Corsano,
The Cramps,
Pierre Henry,
Johnny Clarke,
Chris & Cosey,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.