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 Uruguay and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Jacques Brel to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Main Source,
Arcadia,
The Blackbyrds,
Mad Mike,
Laurel Aitken,
John Lydon,
Whodini,
Joey Negro,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Surgeon,
Fat Boys,
The Moleskins,
Junior Murvin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radio Birdman,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fortunes,
Fluxion,
Pantytec,
Curtis Mayfield,
Leonard Cohen,
UT,
Jacob Miller,
Bauhaus,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter and Kerry,
Scientists,
Shoche,
The Tremeloes,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultravox,
ABBA,
The Beau Brummels,
The Busters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Half Japanese,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Massinfluence,
Public Enemy,
Minutemen,
Hot Snakes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Green,
Absolute Body Control,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Invisible,
The Human League,
Wolf Eyes,
Suburban Knight,
Livin' Joy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Görl,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Negative Approach,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.