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 Salvador.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kurtis Blow to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
The Gladiators,
Yusef Lateef,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Hood,
The Gun Club,
Half Japanese,
Cheater Slicks,
Main Source,
Dual Sessions,
Skaos,
Lou Reed,
Chris & Cosey,
The Standells,
Brass Construction,
Saccharine Trust,
The Neon Judgement,
Monks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Doors,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joy Division,
Supertramp,
Funkadelic,
Minny Pops,
The Barracudas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thompson Twins,
Jerry's Kids,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-Ray Spex,
B.T. Express,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Beau Brummels,
Arcadia,
Black Sheep,
Mars,
The Buckinghams,
Laurel Aitken,
Unrelated Segments,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Index,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Green,
Nirvana,
Accadde A,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terry Callier,
Simply Red,
Toni Rubio,
Heaven 17,
Grey Daturas,
The Fall,
The Offenders,
The Young Rascals,
The Walker Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Womack,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.