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 Nepal and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin 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 Basic Channel to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Smiths,
Simply Red,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Pretty Things,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flipper,
Josef K,
Terry Callier,
Skaos,
Prince Buster,
Faraquet,
Bill Near,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Supertramp,
U.S. Maple,
Severed Heads,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Porter Ricks,
John Foxx,
Jacques Brel,
Country Teasers,
The Associates,
Negative Approach,
the Swans,
Grey Daturas,
Young Marble Giants,
Index,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kerri Chandler,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Don Cherry,
Sister Nancy,
Blancmange,
Youth Brigade,
Howard Jones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Inner City,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Warren Ellis,
Jeff Mills,
Brothers Johnson,
Graham Central Station,
Barrington Levy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pylon,
Harry Pussy,
Sarah Menescal,
Lower 48,
Stiv Bators,
Gastr Del Sol,
Massinfluence,
The Skatalites,
Bang On A Can,
Toni Rubio,
Carl Craig,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.