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 Togo and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Terrestrial Tones to the dance 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Henry Cow,
Japan,
L. Decosne,
Dark Day,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dirtbombs,
Organ,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marvin Gaye,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pagans,
Can,
Minor Threat,
Nirvana,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-101,
Pet Shop Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blossom Toes,
Jandek,
The Five Americans,
The J.B.'s,
The Pop Group,
Bad Manners,
The Saints,
Scion,
Colin Newman,
Outsiders,
Minny Pops,
K-Klass,
Bootsy Collins,
48th St. Collective,
The Busters,
DNA,
Von Mondo,
Mr. Review,
Morten Harket,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Neon Judgement,
Mary Jane Girls,
Carl Craig,
Sun City Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Byrd,
Suicide,
Mars,
Oneida,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Foxx,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Selecter,
a-ha,
Guru Guru,
The Skatalites,
Dual Sessions,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Pus,
Subhumans,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.