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 Burundi and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Ituana to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
D'Angelo,
Cybotron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DJ Style,
Eurythmics,
Aural Exciters,
DJ Sneak,
Patti Smith,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Hood,
The Cramps,
Unwound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
AZ,
Sonic Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
The Techniques,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fortunes,
The United States of America,
Motorama,
Severed Heads,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grauzone,
Hashim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
OOIOO,
Mo-Dettes,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sight & Sound,
In Retrospect,
Radio Birdman,
the Sonics,
Youth Brigade,
Sixth Finger,
Jeff Lynne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Scientists,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Knickerbockers,
Massinfluence,
Marmalade,
Iggy Pop,
Johnny Clarke,
Japan,
The Trojans,
The Evens,
Echospace,
Eli Mardock,
ABBA,
Mars,
Au Pairs,
Soft Cell,
The Cure,
Sugar Minott,
Slave,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.