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 Panama and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 The Dead C to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Cecil Taylor,
Quantec,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Doors,
Jacques Brel,
Barbara Tucker,
Nirvana,
The Selecter,
Dark Day,
Minnie Riperton,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Birthday Party,
The Sound,
Flipper,
Deepchord,
Oneida,
Khruangbin,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cure,
Porter Ricks,
Derrick Morgan,
UT,
Radiohead,
Mr. Review,
CMW,
Junior Murvin,
Pylon,
Agent Orange,
Rod Modell,
Slave,
Kas Product,
Country Teasers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stereo Dub,
Television Personalities,
Tropical Tobacco,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sister Nancy,
F. McDonald,
Organ,
Man Parrish,
Hasil Adkins,
Section 25,
Jesper Dahlback,
Make Up,
The Searchers,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Green,
Model 500,
the Swans,
Fear,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Görl,
Black Flag,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lalann,
Marc Almond,
the Slits,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.