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 Solomon Islands and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
The Tremeloes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra,
The Leaves,
Agitation Free,
Von Mondo,
X-101,
Fear,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eurythmics,
MDC,
Fatback Band,
The Angels of Light,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yaz,
Joy Division,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Surgeon,
Yazoo,
Bobby Byrd,
Bronski Beat,
Nirvana,
Desert Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Loose Ends,
The Fortunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pere Ubu,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hasil Adkins,
Electric Prunes,
The Fugs,
Rekid,
Mars,
Lindisfarne,
Danielle Patucci,
Quadrant,
Brass Construction,
Quantec,
Laurel Aitken,
The Blackbyrds,
Neil Young,
ABC,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Durutti Column,
The Modern Lovers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wings,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeff Lynne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Slackers,
Juan Atkins,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.