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 Benin and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ten City to the grime 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Rufus Thomas,
Morten Harket,
Brick,
Wasted Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Don Cherry,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Divine Comedy,
Tubeway Army,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quantec,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Qualms,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott Heron,
Howard Jones,
Ronan,
Altered Images,
Chris Corsano,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Move,
The Raincoats,
Country Teasers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dave Gahan,
Shoche,
Aaron Thompson,
Little Man,
Nirvana,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soul II Soul,
Rakim,
Fatback Band,
Khruangbin,
Boredoms,
Nico,
Von Mondo,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Moon,
Public Enemy,
Surgeon,
Supertramp,
Essential Logic,
New Order,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kerri Chandler,
The Detroit Cobras,
Prince Buster,
The Beau Brummels,
The Remains,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
One Last Wish,
E-Dancer,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rites of Spring,
Liliput,
Gichy Dan,
Donald Byrd,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.