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 Palau and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Suicide to the disco 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Urselle,
Terry Callier,
Half Japanese,
Matthew Halsall,
Ten City,
Hoover,
Neil Young,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scott Walker,
Magazine,
The Seeds,
The Count Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Happenings,
Sixth Finger,
The Pop Group,
Camouflage,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dead Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cecil Taylor,
Quantec,
Janne Schatter,
Chris & Cosey,
Mr. Review,
The Walker Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lyres,
Interpol,
Flash Fearless,
The Black Dice,
Warsaw,
Nas,
The Raincoats,
Rekid,
Scratch Acid,
DJ Sneak,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Al Stewart,
Donald Byrd,
Thompson Twins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Popol Vuh,
10cc,
Radio Birdman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Graham Central Station,
Mission of Burma,
Jeff Mills,
Main Source,
Charles Mingus,
Adolescents,
Ronnie Foster,
Electric Prunes,
New York Dolls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Goldenarms,
Cameo,
Unwound,
Make Up,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.