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 Sudan and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Durutti Column to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hardrive,
Chris Corsano,
Essential Logic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Circle Jerks,
The Gap Band,
Anakelly,
The Red Krayola,
Prince Buster,
Babytalk,
Rites of Spring,
Hoover,
Absolute Body Control,
R.M.O.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alton Ellis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Whodini,
The Count Five,
the Swans,
Sonic Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brand Nubian,
Mad Mike,
Joy Division,
Yazoo,
Isaac Hayes,
Mark Hollis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scrapy,
Lower 48,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Leaves,
a-ha,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amon Düül II,
Wire,
The Knickerbockers,
Connie Case,
Dave Gahan,
Qualms,
John Coltrane,
Jawbox,
The Invisible,
Jerry's Kids,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Leonard Cohen,
The Modern Lovers,
Eden Ahbez,
Goldenarms,
The Remains,
Yaz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lalann,
Blossom Toes,
Niagra,
Lungfish,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.