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 Palau and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Organ to the rock 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Royal Trux,
Radiopuhelimet,
Davy DMX,
Brass Construction,
DJ Style,
Monks,
D'Angelo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Charles Mingus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rakim,
Newcleus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ten City,
Nik Kershaw,
Fatback Band,
Silicon Teens,
Minutemen,
The Fugs,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radio Birdman,
Kerri Chandler,
Crooked Eye,
Morten Harket,
B.T. Express,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ponytail,
Laurel Aitken,
the Sonics,
The Litter,
Black Bananas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Real Kids,
Stereo Dub,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
KRS-One,
Johnny Clarke,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Byrd,
Scientists,
Qualms,
E-Dancer,
Country Joe & The Fish,
U.S. Maple,
Connie Case,
Mr. Review,
Albert Ayler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
R.M.O.,
Model 500,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash,
New Order,
Cal Tjader,
This Heat,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.