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 Sierra Leone and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 The Monochrome Set to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Zapp,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Visage,
Swans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Moon,
Tears for Fears,
Brothers Johnson,
Pantaleimon,
Blake Baxter,
Underground Resistance,
Rekid,
Pulsallama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sound,
Joey Negro,
Slave,
Sugar Minott,
Fugazi,
Agitation Free,
kango's stein massive,
Minnie Riperton,
Oblivians,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mojo Men,
Hashim,
Motorama,
Lindisfarne,
Stereo Dub,
Negative Approach,
Interpol,
Deadbeat,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Simply Red,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Buzzcocks,
The Barracudas,
Barry Ungar,
Sexual Harrassment,
Warsaw,
Procol Harum,
Mandrill,
Graham Central Station,
Hasil Adkins,
Bill Wells,
Althea and Donna,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sparks,
Brick,
Organ,
Echospace,
Aswad,
La Düsseldorf,
Alice Coltrane,
Josef K,
Mo-Dettes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dirtbombs,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.