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 the UAE and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Chrome to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Sun Ra,
Faraquet,
Morten Harket,
Severed Heads,
John Coltrane,
Rakim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Matthew Halsall,
Sister Nancy,
Sandy B,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed,
Saccharine Trust,
KRS-One,
Nation of Ulysses,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Martian,
Bob Dylan,
Icehouse,
Moss Icon,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cramps,
The Count Five,
Black Bananas,
Scion,
kango's stein massive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Lydon,
The Tremeloes,
Cymande,
Roxy Music,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Altered Images,
Television,
Harry Pussy,
Heaven 17,
Panda Bear,
Peter and Kerry,
Rites of Spring,
Easy Going,
The Sonics,
Crooked Eye,
Lakeside,
Japan,
Rapeman,
Joe Smooth,
The Walker Brothers,
Magazine,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cure,
Sugar Minott,
Sex Pistols,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter & Gordon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Livin' Joy,
Stetsasonic,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.