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 Belarus and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sugar Minott to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Janne Schatter,
Monolake,
Wire,
Rosa Yemen,
Skarface,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed,
Frankie Knuckles,
Theoretical Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter & Gordon,
The Buckinghams,
The Searchers,
June Days,
Rod Modell,
Jacques Brel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kenny Larkin,
Ten City,
Funkadelic,
Severed Heads,
the Swans,
Moss Icon,
Brick,
Spoonie Gee,
Monks,
Supertramp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Reuben Wilson,
Morten Harket,
Jacob Miller,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Delta 5,
Sight & Sound,
Sun Ra,
The American Breed,
David Bowie,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cymande,
Todd Terry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
AZ,
The Gun Club,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Faraquet,
Niagra,
Deepchord,
Skaos,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sex Pistols,
The Black Dice,
Eli Mardock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
OOIOO,
Blancmange,
Inner City,
The Last Poets,
Nik Kershaw,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.