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 Lesotho and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Deakin to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Near record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harmonia,
The Grass Roots,
Urselle,
Derrick Morgan,
Amazonics,
48th St. Collective,
The Evens,
The Residents,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Whodini,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minnie Riperton,
The Martian,
Eric Copeland,
Hasil Adkins,
Technova,
The Names,
Pierre Henry,
The Saints,
Eurythmics,
Rapeman,
Sarah Menescal,
Tim Buckley,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Agent Orange,
Fad Gadget,
Man Parrish,
Neil Young,
Erasure,
The Cramps,
Banda Bassotti,
Youth Brigade,
Cymande,
Big Daddy Kane,
Patti Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arab on Radar,
The Wake,
John Foxx,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Goldenarms,
The Mummies,
Infiniti,
The Moody Blues,
Nils Olav,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Moleskins,
Monolake,
Guru Guru,
The Fire Engines,
The Human League,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Surgeon,
Ponytail,
New York Dolls,
Suburban Knight,
Von Mondo,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.