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 Mali and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kas Product to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Crooked Eye,
This Heat,
Cybotron,
Roy Ayers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Warsaw,
Prince Buster,
Khruangbin,
The Blackbyrds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Severed Heads,
Monolake,
Lindisfarne,
The Gladiators,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boredoms,
Jacob Miller,
Oblivians,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed,
Gang Starr,
Ultimate Spinach,
June of 44,
Mandrill,
Lou Christie,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Loose Ends,
Bad Manners,
Pagans,
Skaos,
Michelle Simonal,
Warren Ellis,
Ludus,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Flash Fearless,
Lakeside,
Parry Music,
Lightning Bolt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Agent Orange,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fall,
The Trojans,
Buzzcocks,
Junior Murvin,
The Selecter,
The Wake,
Simply Red,
UT,
Gang Green,
Bobby Byrd,
48th St. Collective,
Bluetip,
Yaz,
Dennis Brown,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hardrive,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.