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 Oman and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
The Fall,
The Modern Lovers,
Rosa Yemen,
Radiohead,
Bobby Hutcherson,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Wyatt,
June Days,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ronnie Foster,
Scratch Acid,
Nation of Ulysses,
Letta Mbulu,
Bob Dylan,
Crime,
The Blackbyrds,
UT,
Dual Sessions,
Nirvana,
Animal Collective,
Kayak,
Wasted Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
Quando Quango,
Bang On A Can,
Byron Stingily,
Thee Headcoats,
Sonic Youth,
Clear Light,
Ituana,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pussy Galore,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marvin Gaye,
The Selecter,
Jandek,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Trojans,
D'Angelo,
Joyce Sims,
Oneida,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marmalade,
Arcadia,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Country Teasers,
Grandmaster Flash,
K-Klass,
Alton Ellis,
Swell Maps,
The Divine Comedy,
New Order,
Brick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dead Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Erykah Badu,
U.S. Maple,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.