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 Spain and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Von Mondo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Goldenarms,
K-Klass,
New Order,
The Doobie Brothers,
Carl Craig,
Television,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ohio Players,
Tom Boy,
Bill Wells,
Hot Snakes,
Judy Mowatt,
Pulsallama,
Sight & Sound,
Black Pus,
The Invisible,
Absolute Body Control,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angry Samoans,
Symarip,
Theoretical Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pussy Galore,
Inner City,
Man Parrish,
Howard Jones,
U.S. Maple,
The United States of America,
Rakim,
Harry Pussy,
Sun City Girls,
Ludus,
Subhumans,
Agent Orange,
Eve St. Jones,
The Blackbyrds,
Eli Mardock,
Organ,
Mad Mike,
Blancmange,
Yellowson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vladislav Delay,
Ornette Coleman,
ABC,
Sam Rivers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Archie Shepp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sixth Finger,
Scott Walker,
Leonard Cohen,
The Pretty Things,
Erykah Badu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eddi Front,
Bill Near,
EPMD,
The Skatalites,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.