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 Finland 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Nas to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Subhumans,
Nirvana,
Cymande,
In Retrospect,
Charles Mingus,
The Leaves,
Ralphi Rosario,
Index,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scan 7,
This Heat,
Monolake,
Kas Product,
The Angels of Light,
Spandau Ballet,
Procol Harum,
Y Pants,
The Knickerbockers,
Rakim,
Darondo,
Wings,
The Kinks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Litter,
Depeche Mode,
Steve Hackett,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Agitation Free,
Kool Moe Dee,
Interpol,
Eve St. Jones,
Main Source,
The Velvet Underground,
Guru Guru,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rites of Spring,
The Real Kids,
Ossler,
Magma,
The Remains,
Popol Vuh,
The Last Poets,
Marc Almond,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Doors,
The Modern Lovers,
Arthur Verocai,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brothers Johnson,
China Crisis,
Absolute Body Control,
Alton Ellis,
Panda Bear,
Ultimate Spinach,
Television Personalities,
The Young Rascals,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brand Nubian,
Tropical Tobacco,
Junior Murvin,
Josef K,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.