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 Benin and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Holger Czukay 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 K-Klass to the electroclash 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Procol Harum,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eurythmics,
48th St. Collective,
Erykah Badu,
Angry Samoans,
Khruangbin,
Metal Thangz,
The Remains,
Harmonia,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultravox,
the Sonics,
Gong,
Jerry's Kids,
Skaos,
Lyres,
The Five Americans,
Pole,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Al Stewart,
Crispian St. Peters,
Iggy Pop,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Average White Band,
The Residents,
Matthew Halsall,
Drexciya,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aloha Tigers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mission of Burma,
Grandmaster Flash,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Theoretical Girls,
Stiv Bators,
OOIOO,
Crash Course in Science,
The Moleskins,
The Kinks,
Sonic Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Rekid,
Heaven 17,
Tim Buckley,
Juan Atkins,
Blake Baxter,
The Move,
Crooked Eye,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cymande,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-101,
June of 44,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.