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 Panama and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the funk 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Sandy B,
The Cramps,
Liliput,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Sherman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Count Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Nico,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Inner City,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aswad,
Massinfluence,
Grandmaster Flash,
Severed Heads,
Pole,
DJ Style,
Sound Behaviour,
Alton Ellis,
Flipper,
Wire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ice-T,
Dead Boys,
Khruangbin,
K-Klass,
The Remains,
Darondo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Loose Ends,
Deadbeat,
Tommy Roe,
Agent Orange,
Sun Ra,
Fela Kuti,
Eric Dolphy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Saccharine Trust,
Warsaw,
Byron Stingily,
Livin' Joy,
Fat Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
The J.B.'s,
James White and The Blacks,
Chris Corsano,
Adolescents,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Siglo XX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minnie Riperton,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gichy Dan,
Suicide,
Sixth Finger,
Swans,
The Grass Roots,
Los Fastidios,
The Birthday Party,
Cecil Taylor,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.