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 Honduras and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the punk 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Green,
Yusef Lateef,
Pulsallama,
Q and Not U,
Sun Ra,
The Mummies,
Das Ding,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lightning Bolt,
The Offenders,
Nils Olav,
Public Image Ltd.,
Faust,
Hoover,
Morten Harket,
Theoretical Girls,
The Black Dice,
Sixth Finger,
Tubeway Army,
Scan 7,
Delon & Dalcan,
Can,
Don Cherry,
Underground Resistance,
Hardrive,
Slave,
The Gun Club,
Icehouse,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Monks,
Darondo,
Sonic Youth,
Von Mondo,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Starr,
Fat Boys,
Ronan,
The Red Krayola,
The Sound,
Malaria!,
Juan Atkins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cramps,
Urselle,
Vainqueur,
R.M.O.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Second Layer,
Hashim,
Quantec,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dark Day,
Eric Dolphy,
Scott Walker,
Eli Mardock,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.