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 Russia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nation of Ulysses to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Lebanon Hanover,
New York Dolls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Theoretical Girls,
Crime,
Connie Case,
The Gladiators,
Joy Division,
Sugar Minott,
Fear,
Crash Course in Science,
Arthur Verocai,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Angels of Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
Iggy Pop,
The Standells,
Skaos,
Piero Umiliani,
Erykah Badu,
D'Angelo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bang On A Can,
Parry Music,
The Seeds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deakin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fuzztones,
Swans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quantec,
Reagan Youth,
The Busters,
Bill Wells,
DNA,
Fluxion,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tres Demented,
Alton Ellis,
AZ,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Slits,
Duran Duran,
Arcadia,
The Mojo Men,
The Moody Blues,
The Black Dice,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Supertramp,
Sun City Girls,
Talk Talk,
Aswad,
The Buckinghams,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.