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 Congo and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Donald Fagen 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 Swans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Banda Bassotti,
The Pretty Things,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brand Nubian,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott Heron,
Faust,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultravox,
The Remains,
Sarah Menescal,
Country Teasers,
Erykah Badu,
Television,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grey Daturas,
The Kinks,
JFA,
Cymande,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moby Grape,
Joe Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tim Buckley,
Erasure,
Bluetip,
Gong,
David McCallum,
Robert Wyatt,
X-Ray Spex,
Sound Behaviour,
Soul II Soul,
the Association,
Aural Exciters,
The Associates,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minny Pops,
The Stooges,
Radiopuhelimet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun Ra,
Black Bananas,
Newcleus,
The Divine Comedy,
The Monks,
The Seeds,
Au Pairs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jawbox,
Interpol,
Flash Fearless,
Panda Bear,
Schoolly D,
Magma,
Cluster,
The Real Kids,
Man Parrish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Big Daddy Kane,
Japan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.