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 Iraq and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 L. Decosne to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Sister Nancy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Parry Music,
The Skatalites,
Ornette Coleman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eve St. Jones,
MDC,
The Motions,
Nico,
Arab on Radar,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pantaleimon,
The Leaves,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Simply Red,
Little Man,
Ponytail,
Sound Behaviour,
Underground Resistance,
Fear,
LL Cool J,
Patti Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
Amazonics,
Wire,
Los Fastidios,
Nirvana,
Gichy Dan,
Kayak,
T. Rex,
Sugar Minott,
Soul Sonic Force,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sandy B,
Aswad,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Organ,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare,
Anthony Braxton,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Offenders,
Eric B and Rakim,
Delta 5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New York Dolls,
Youth Brigade,
The Saints,
48th St. Collective,
Quadrant,
Yusef Lateef,
Magma,
Bob Dylan,
Wasted Youth,
Surgeon,
Deadbeat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sarah Menescal,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Nas,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.