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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 X-101 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage 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?
Minutemen,
10cc,
The Kinks,
Kurtis Blow,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fortunes,
Wally Richardson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed,
Black Moon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Leonard Cohen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Todd Terry,
David Axelrod,
Dawn Penn,
John Coltrane,
The Doors,
Fat Boys,
Camouflage,
DNA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Das Ding,
Rapeman,
Monolake,
Adolescents,
Stetsasonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Supertramp,
Vladislav Delay,
Alphaville,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hasil Adkins,
Lucky Dragons,
Q and Not U,
Animal Collective,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
Sight & Sound,
Mars,
Glenn Branca,
Colin Newman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joe Finger,
Flipper,
Con Funk Shun,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joe Smooth,
Crispy Ambulance,
David Bowie,
Simply Red,
Sun City Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Dark Day,
Bluetip,
Sixth Finger,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.