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 Togo and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Boredoms to the punk 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Moody Blues,
The Dirtbombs,
Aswad,
Ultravox,
Khruangbin,
Rites of Spring,
8 Eyed Spy,
Liliput,
Rotary Connection,
The Sound,
Camouflage,
Todd Terry,
Television Personalities,
Moebius,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grauzone,
Lindisfarne,
MC5,
The Skatalites,
Mr. Review,
Dual Sessions,
the Slits,
The Young Rascals,
Pharoah Sanders,
Judy Mowatt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Martian,
F. McDonald,
R.M.O.,
Arab on Radar,
The Names,
D'Angelo,
Scott Walker,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barrington Levy,
Archie Shepp,
CMW,
These Immortal Souls,
Essential Logic,
The Mojo Men,
Hoover,
Pole,
The Move,
cv313,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kas Product,
Mad Mike,
Reagan Youth,
Desert Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cluster,
Harpers Bizarre,
KRS-One,
Skriet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wings,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.