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 Bolivia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camberwell Now to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Ponytail,
Lakeside,
June of 44,
the Slits,
Parry Music,
The Motions,
Lou Reed,
Roxy Music,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Trumans Water,
Dark Day,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Panda Bear,
Archie Shepp,
The Offenders,
Nik Kershaw,
Massinfluence,
Slick Rick,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang of Four,
Darondo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skriet,
The Leaves,
Lalann,
Jacques Brel,
the Association,
Blancmange,
Whodini,
Grauzone,
Reagan Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Aswad,
Eddi Front,
Black Moon,
Yellowson,
T.S.O.L.,
Delta 5,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kas Product,
Chris & Cosey,
Suburban Knight,
Flash Fearless,
R.M.O.,
L. Decosne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Second Layer,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Simply Red,
John Holt,
A Certain Ratio,
Sight & Sound,
MDC,
One Last Wish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boredoms,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.