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 Qatar and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 E-Dancer to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Swans,
Sugar Minott,
Vladislav Delay,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mad Mike,
Youth Brigade,
Subhumans,
Japan,
Chris Corsano,
The Searchers,
New York Dolls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Raincoats,
Camberwell Now,
Black Sheep,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rotary Connection,
Wire,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Foxx,
Prince Buster,
Minor Threat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Parrish,
Ice-T,
Minutemen,
The Mummies,
The Doors,
The Durutti Column,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Outsiders,
June Days,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Flag,
Masters at Work,
Bootsy Collins,
Talk Talk,
Fluxion,
Soft Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wings,
Young Marble Giants,
Yaz,
Peter and Kerry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Grass Roots,
DJ Sneak,
Henry Cow,
Scratch Acid,
Radiopuhelimet,
Idris Muhammad,
Lower 48,
Gang Starr,
The Real Kids,
Los Fastidios,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.