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 Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
The Neon Judgement,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Average White Band,
Scientists,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kaleidoscope,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Panda Bear,
The Last Poets,
Scott Walker,
Mr. Review,
The Gap Band,
June of 44,
Newcleus,
Alison Limerick,
Electric Prunes,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Maurizio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Organ,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Franke,
B.T. Express,
Piero Umiliani,
The Durutti Column,
Aloha Tigers,
The Move,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Human League,
Derrick May,
Metal Thangz,
Reagan Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Al Stewart,
Boredoms,
Yusef Lateef,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Youth Brigade,
E-Dancer,
Outsiders,
Hardrive,
Quantec,
Fela Kuti,
Thompson Twins,
Bang On A Can,
New Age Steppers,
Stetsasonic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Underground Resistance,
The Leaves,
Funky Four + One,
The Moleskins,
Ken Boothe,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.