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 Swaziland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe 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 Dark Day to the funk 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
cv313,
Easy Going,
The Standells,
Deepchord,
Wally Richardson,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Unrelated Segments,
Davy DMX,
Janne Schatter,
Dead Boys,
The Smoke,
The Index,
Thee Headcoats,
Procol Harum,
Urselle,
Faust,
Radio Birdman,
Josef K,
Dark Day,
Hoover,
La Düsseldorf,
The Offenders,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David Axelrod,
Donny Hathaway,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minny Pops,
The Grass Roots,
Gabor Szabo,
Suburban Knight,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minnie Riperton,
JFA,
Depeche Mode,
PIL,
Andrew Hill,
Joe Finger,
Roxette,
The Kinks,
LL Cool J,
Mandrill,
Radiohead,
the Soft Cell,
Funky Four + One,
ABC,
Skriet,
These Immortal Souls,
the Bar-Kays,
Piero Umiliani,
The United States of America,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scientists,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Infiniti,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.