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 Brunei and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Von Mondo to the grime 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Half Japanese,
Amon Düül II,
MC5,
Albert Ayler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
The Monochrome Set,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Star Department,
AZ,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Motions,
Idris Muhammad,
Judy Mowatt,
Iggy Pop,
Second Layer,
Camberwell Now,
Easy Going,
Thompson Twins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joe Finger,
Basic Channel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wasted Youth,
Severed Heads,
Blancmange,
Monks,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gories,
Panda Bear,
Hot Snakes,
Patti Smith,
Minny Pops,
Ohio Players,
Bang On A Can,
Talk Talk,
Drexciya,
The Tremeloes,
Audionom,
Buzzcocks,
Grauzone,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rites of Spring,
The Human League,
The Pretty Things,
Slick Rick,
Joyce Sims,
Junior Murvin,
Marvin Gaye,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kenny Larkin,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Moon,
PIL,
Urselle,
Black Pus,
Underground Resistance,
Sun Ra,
Connie Case,
Janne Schatter,
Radiohead,
Pussy Galore,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.