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 Slovenia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Alice Coltrane to the electroclash 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Byron Stingily,
Scion,
B.T. Express,
Surgeon,
the Swans,
Electric Prunes,
Gong,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dave Gahan,
Kayak,
Pole,
Sound Behaviour,
Jacob Miller,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The American Breed,
X-Ray Spex,
Erykah Badu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
A Certain Ratio,
Fela Kuti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Slick Rick,
Delta 5,
Idris Muhammad,
Lucky Dragons,
Kerrie Biddell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Y Pants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joe Smooth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sugar Minott,
Ronan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skarface,
The Monochrome Set,
Circle Jerks,
Peter & Gordon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David McCallum,
Dead Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Audionom,
Tropical Tobacco,
World's Most,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Al Stewart,
Hasil Adkins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stiv Bators,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tim Buckley,
The Martian,
China Crisis,
the Normal,
Jawbox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Near,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.