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 Tunisia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 L. Decosne to the techno 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Joy Division,
The Fortunes,
Second Layer,
Johnny Clarke,
Mandrill,
OOIOO,
Motorama,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quando Quango,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scan 7,
Bob Dylan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Human League,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Foxx,
Tommy Roe,
Ultra Naté,
Black Bananas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Q65,
Harry Pussy,
The Remains,
The Wake,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Excepter,
Negative Approach,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nico,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
In Retrospect,
Audionom,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Birthday Party,
Colin Newman,
The Associates,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare,
Suicide,
AZ,
Public Enemy,
Crime,
Quantec,
Kas Product,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Khruangbin,
Tim Buckley,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flipper,
T.S.O.L.,
June Days,
ABC,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Accadde A,
Joensuu 1685,
the Normal,
The Skatalites,
the Fania All-Stars,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.