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 Palau and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Toni Rubio,
Bill Near,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rhythm & Sound,
E-Dancer,
Fat Boys,
MC5,
Franke,
Tommy Roe,
Outsiders,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deakin,
Roxy Music,
Quantec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fatback Band,
The Tremeloes,
Das Ding,
Shuggie Otis,
Janne Schatter,
Angry Samoans,
Sonic Youth,
In Retrospect,
Cecil Taylor,
Fluxion,
The Raincoats,
Hashim,
Flipper,
Rufus Thomas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dave Clark Five,
Lightning Bolt,
Youth Brigade,
Jeru the Damaja,
Excepter,
Amon Düül II,
Mr. Review,
June Days,
Nick Fraelich,
Icehouse,
Unwound,
The Motions,
Thompson Twins,
Tomorrow,
Barry Ungar,
The Angels of Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barrington Levy,
Reuben Wilson,
Byron Stingily,
ABC,
Ituana,
Boogie Down Productions,
Piero Umiliani,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun City Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.