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 East Timor and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Stetsasonic 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jacob Miller,
the Swans,
Niagra,
Tubeway Army,
Underground Resistance,
Schoolly D,
Grauzone,
Wasted Youth,
Wings,
Dennis Brown,
A Certain Ratio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Buckinghams,
Janne Schatter,
Aswad,
Khruangbin,
Skarface,
Gang of Four,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joy Division,
Fatback Band,
Robert Görl,
Delon & Dalcan,
10cc,
Jerry's Kids,
Moss Icon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
T. Rex,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gabor Szabo,
Animal Collective,
The Five Americans,
Pulsallama,
Josef K,
The Victims,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Hood,
Sixth Finger,
Minny Pops,
Yusef Lateef,
John Coltrane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Neon Judgement,
Sister Nancy,
Metal Thangz,
The Associates,
Japan,
Gong,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roxette,
Skaos,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Andrew Hill,
The Fugs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mandrill,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.