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 Bulgaria and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Tropical Tobacco to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lungfish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minnie Riperton,
Warren Ellis,
Qualms,
Lalann,
The Dead C,
Curtis Mayfield,
Underground Resistance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flipper,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Searchers,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Smog,
Franke,
Subhumans,
Negative Approach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Five Americans,
Slick Rick,
The Saints,
The Beau Brummels,
New Order,
Minutemen,
The Mojo Men,
Mars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gichy Dan,
Suicide,
Saccharine Trust,
Deadbeat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Vogues,
Faraquet,
MC5,
Camouflage,
Loose Ends,
Michelle Simonal,
China Crisis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
June Days,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fuzztones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quando Quango,
Guru Guru,
Pulsallama,
Ronan,
Mo-Dettes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Essential Logic,
Fear,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.