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 Suriname and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Graham Central Station to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Isaac Hayes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Babytalk,
Schoolly D,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Seeds,
Intrusion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Surgeon,
Spoonie Gee,
The Slackers,
John Lydon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bush Tetras,
Tubeway Army,
The Victims,
Gil Scott Heron,
F. McDonald,
Erykah Badu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Neon Judgement,
Skaos,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boz Scaggs,
Vainqueur,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crime,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
PIL,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Josef K,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Warsaw,
The Mummies,
Juan Atkins,
The Real Kids,
Blossom Toes,
Negative Approach,
Drexciya,
One Last Wish,
Massinfluence,
Mark Hollis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Khruangbin,
The Gap Band,
Minor Threat,
Au Pairs,
T. Rex,
Altered Images,
Saccharine Trust,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dead Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.