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 Canada and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
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 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 The Pretty Things to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stiv Bators,
This Heat,
Skarface,
Ponytail,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deakin,
Interpol,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Television,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crime,
The Five Americans,
Donny Hathaway,
Theoretical Girls,
Khruangbin,
Severed Heads,
Talk Talk,
Ohio Players,
Minny Pops,
Delta 5,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cymande,
Quantec,
Gang of Four,
New Order,
John Coltrane,
The Motions,
Slick Rick,
The Smoke,
Howard Jones,
Easy Going,
The Victims,
Ronan,
Graham Central Station,
The Monochrome Set,
Delon & Dalcan,
Porter Ricks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Normal,
Joyce Sims,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric Dolphy,
Little Man,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joe Smooth,
Moby Grape,
Brand Nubian,
Mission of Burma,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Public Enemy,
Eric B and Rakim,
a-ha,
Hashim,
The Kinks,
The Dead C,
Guru Guru,
Ituana,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Music Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.