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 Serbia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Ornette Coleman to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
The Divine Comedy,
Siglo XX,
Skaos,
KRS-One,
Q65,
Sparks,
Flipper,
Interpol,
Fela Kuti,
H. Thieme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dave Gahan,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Clarke,
Prince Buster,
The Gladiators,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nik Kershaw,
Qualms,
Tears for Fears,
World's Most,
Nico,
Lee Hazlewood,
Drexciya,
Underground Resistance,
Sound Behaviour,
Nick Fraelich,
Chris Corsano,
Wally Richardson,
Barry Ungar,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Adolescents,
Isaac Hayes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Coltrane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Echospace,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mandrill,
Scratch Acid,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New Age Steppers,
Donny Hathaway,
Animal Collective,
La Düsseldorf,
Bob Dylan,
Marmalade,
The Searchers,
The Cure,
JFA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Busters,
Smog,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arthur Verocai,
Bill Wells,
Deepchord,
Sarah Menescal,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.