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 Gabon and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Holger Czukay 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 Symarip to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gladiators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Juan Atkins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Adolescents,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric Dolphy,
Au Pairs,
The Saints,
Faraquet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mark Hollis,
Jandek,
Outsiders,
Fluxion,
The Martian,
Aswad,
Pierre Henry,
Brass Construction,
KRS-One,
Aural Exciters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Red Krayola,
June of 44,
The Seeds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chris Corsano,
D'Angelo,
Lindisfarne,
Bad Manners,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Iggy Pop,
Bauhaus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Electric Prunes,
Brick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mandrill,
Ken Boothe,
Quadrant,
The Monochrome Set,
Thee Headcoats,
Zero Boys,
Babytalk,
The Evens,
L. Decosne,
Wire,
The Gun Club,
The Dead C,
Symarip,
Brand Nubian,
The Techniques,
Intrusion,
Half Japanese,
The Count Five,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.