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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Tom Verlaine 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 U.S. Maple to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lakeside,
Young Marble Giants,
Porter Ricks,
Neu!,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sonics,
The Victims,
Sound Behaviour,
Technova,
The Selecter,
Erasure,
Charles Mingus,
Matthew Halsall,
Janne Schatter,
Zapp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Neon Judgement,
Wasted Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sällskapet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fort Wilson Riot,
KRS-One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mojo Men,
Skaos,
Fluxion,
Second Layer,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tommy Roe,
Amon Düül II,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lungfish,
The Black Dice,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeff Lynne,
The Slits,
Japan,
DNA,
Agitation Free,
Rosa Yemen,
Erykah Badu,
The Birthday Party,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marvin Gaye,
Deadbeat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Average White Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Brothers Johnson,
Cymande,
The Fortunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Inner City,
D'Angelo,
Steve Hackett,
Black Moon,
kango's stein massive,
Toni Rubio,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.