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 Sudan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Joensuu 1685,
John Holt,
Magazine,
The Slits,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ten City,
Ultra Naté,
Dual Sessions,
Fatback Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Audionom,
The Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Mandrill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
E-Dancer,
The Residents,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camberwell Now,
La Düsseldorf,
CMW,
The United States of America,
The Toasters,
Khruangbin,
The Pop Group,
Ultravox,
Colin Newman,
Crooked Eye,
The Wake,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rotary Connection,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stetsasonic,
Jacques Brel,
This Heat,
Scrapy,
Quando Quango,
Patti Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
Fela Kuti,
The Angels of Light,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Görl,
Curtis Mayfield,
KRS-One,
D'Angelo,
Kenny Larkin,
Livin' Joy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Shuggie Otis,
Interpol,
Matthew Halsall,
Harpers Bizarre,
Siglo XX,
Matthew Bourne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Cell,
One Last Wish,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.