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 Tonga and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Q65 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
Intrusion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pet Shop Boys,
Maurizio,
Hasil Adkins,
Jawbox,
Yusef Lateef,
Absolute Body Control,
The Selecter,
Amon Düül,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Y Pants,
Delta 5,
FM Einheit,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Henry Cow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Slave,
Joensuu 1685,
Barrington Levy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Blues Magoos,
Jerry's Kids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scott Walker,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boredoms,
Roger Hodgson,
Gichy Dan,
Supertramp,
Tubeway Army,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Divine Comedy,
Marvin Gaye,
Erykah Badu,
John Coltrane,
The Last Poets,
Mark Hollis,
The Black Dice,
Ituana,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television Personalities,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
CMW,
Ponytail,
Skriet,
Buzzcocks,
Country Teasers,
Gang of Four,
June of 44,
The Slackers,
Dead Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Make Up,
kango's stein massive,
Ken Boothe,
Todd Terry,
Max Romeo,
Archie Shepp,
The Trojans,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.