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 Mongolia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fugazi to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Motions,
Mandrill,
Moss Icon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Christie,
Ken Boothe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tim Buckley,
The Pop Group,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bootsy Collins,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
MC5,
Ornette Coleman,
Lungfish,
Flipper,
Supertramp,
Wolf Eyes,
The Angels of Light,
Mars,
Quadrant,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Q and Not U,
Talk Talk,
Pierre Henry,
Don Cherry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Animal Collective,
The Fortunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Section 25,
Vainqueur,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wasted Youth,
Max Romeo,
The Electric Prunes,
Fluxion,
Hoover,
The Fall,
Fat Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Ten City,
Minnie Riperton,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DJ Style,
New York Dolls,
David McCallum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Move,
Cal Tjader,
The New Christs,
Schoolly D,
Dave Gahan,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.