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 Bolivia and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Fugazi to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
The Tremeloes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Last Poets,
Harry Pussy,
FM Einheit,
Erykah Badu,
Archie Shepp,
Scientists,
Iggy Pop,
The Wake,
Negative Approach,
Thee Headcoats,
Echospace,
Bad Manners,
Amon Düül II,
Marc Almond,
the Human League,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cowsills,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quadrant,
Juan Atkins,
Morten Harket,
Sun City Girls,
Babytalk,
Joe Finger,
David Axelrod,
Skarface,
The Invisible,
Flipper,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alison Limerick,
Technova,
Cecil Taylor,
Y Pants,
Mission of Burma,
Severed Heads,
The Moody Blues,
Pierre Henry,
The Pop Group,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Drexciya,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cameo,
Roxette,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gichy Dan,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Organ,
Wire,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Smoke,
Camberwell Now,
Tommy Roe,
Stetsasonic,
Accadde A,
The Names,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.