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 Bahrain and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin 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 DNA to the grunge 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Qualms,
Simply Red,
Crash Course in Science,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Womack,
Accadde A,
Rotary Connection,
Jeru the Damaja,
Unrelated Segments,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Certain Ratio,
Bob Dylan,
The Standells,
The Leaves,
Althea and Donna,
Schoolly D,
Supertramp,
Pussy Galore,
Buzzcocks,
Brand Nubian,
Pere Ubu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Human League,
Main Source,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camouflage,
Jandek,
the Swans,
The Trojans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Lydon,
Vladislav Delay,
Cameo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Make Up,
The Modern Lovers,
Barrington Levy,
Chris Corsano,
Depeche Mode,
Parry Music,
Davy DMX,
The American Breed,
The Cowsills,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Byrd,
Marshall Jefferson,
Panda Bear,
Tears for Fears,
Archie Shepp,
Graham Central Station,
Rosa Yemen,
Amon Düül,
The Golliwogs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Porter Ricks,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.