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 Kenya and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 David Bowie 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 Offenders to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Section 25,
Ronan,
The Gories,
Brick,
The Toasters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Warsaw,
CMW,
Derrick May,
F. McDonald,
Interpol,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tim Buckley,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-Ray Spex,
Fluxion,
the Association,
X-101,
Deepchord,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rekid,
Charles Mingus,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Loose Ends,
Procol Harum,
John Lydon,
Youth Brigade,
Public Enemy,
Iggy Pop,
Brothers Johnson,
Ponytail,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Normal,
Mad Mike,
The Kinks,
The Selecter,
Kenny Larkin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pussy Galore,
The Gun Club,
Bill Near,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minor Threat,
Eddi Front,
Liliput,
The Raincoats,
OOIOO,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Slits,
Oneida,
Lou Reed,
Parry Music,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Standells,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ten City,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.