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 Malta 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Blues Magoos to the techno 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Magma,
Charles Mingus,
Skaos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New Order,
Cameo,
Crooked Eye,
A Certain Ratio,
The Doors,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aural Exciters,
The Slackers,
Sällskapet,
The Leaves,
Rhythm & Sound,
Half Japanese,
Heaven 17,
Unwound,
Camouflage,
Adolescents,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Barracudas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Faraquet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Susan Cadogan,
Saccharine Trust,
The Motions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Khruangbin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Don Cherry,
Country Teasers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soft Cell,
D'Angelo,
Neil Young,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
Metal Thangz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jawbox,
Wolf Eyes,
Nils Olav,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sixth Finger,
Eli Mardock,
Crispian St. Peters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nick Fraelich,
the Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Surgeon,
Trumans Water,
The Fortunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hasil Adkins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Swans,
a-ha,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.