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 Colombia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Jesper Dahlback to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Gang of Four,
Crime,
Panda Bear,
Mo-Dettes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Los Fastidios,
Scratch Acid,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hardrive,
Gang Starr,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed,
Surgeon,
Eden Ahbez,
Clear Light,
Bang On A Can,
Kerri Chandler,
Rapeman,
the Sonics,
Robert Wyatt,
June of 44,
Tres Demented,
Cluster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bootsy Collins,
Lightning Bolt,
Grey Daturas,
The Sonics,
The Move,
Susan Cadogan,
The Count Five,
Eddi Front,
Radiohead,
Drexciya,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Index,
Janne Schatter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flipper,
Lalann,
Grandmaster Flash,
Monks,
Mission of Burma,
Cybotron,
Youth Brigade,
Swell Maps,
AZ,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ohio Players,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neu!,
Minutemen,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Victims,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
La Düsseldorf,
Average White Band,
F. McDonald,
Television Personalities,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.