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 Ghana and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Trojans to the rap 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang of Four,
Franke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fortunes,
The Young Rascals,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Music Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Visage,
Mo-Dettes,
One Last Wish,
Joensuu 1685,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Pere Ubu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultravox,
Terry Callier,
David Bowie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boredoms,
Simply Red,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Golliwogs,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Sherman,
Kas Product,
Marmalade,
the Normal,
Ludus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Big Daddy Kane,
Icehouse,
ABBA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kayak,
A Certain Ratio,
Harry Pussy,
These Immortal Souls,
Chris & Cosey,
The Remains,
Vainqueur,
Country Teasers,
Maleditus Sound,
Organ,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Starr,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gories,
Magazine,
Rites of Spring,
Unrelated Segments,
Erykah Badu,
Boz Scaggs,
Echospace,
Fatback Band,
Alton Ellis,
Ken Boothe,
Metal Thangz,
Altered Images,
Tomorrow,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.