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 Russia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
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 mellotron 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 Sparks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Toni Rubio,
The Remains,
Guru Guru,
Aloha Tigers,
Vainqueur,
The Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Icehouse,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The J.B.'s,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Charles Mingus,
The Names,
The Slits,
Thee Headcoats,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Barracudas,
Mandrill,
Hashim,
Niagra,
June of 44,
Dennis Brown,
Loose Ends,
Bang On A Can,
The Fuzztones,
Lakeside,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick Morgan,
Pierre Henry,
Popol Vuh,
Model 500,
Pantytec,
Dead Boys,
Rekid,
Arthur Verocai,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Zeros,
the Bar-Kays,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Glenn Branca,
Suburban Knight,
Quando Quango,
Ultra Naté,
Desert Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
Minny Pops,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bill Wells,
Whodini,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.