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 Taiwan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Basic Channel to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
The Smiths,
Arthur Verocai,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lee Hazlewood,
cv313,
Brothers Johnson,
E-Dancer,
Little Man,
Dawn Penn,
Harpers Bizarre,
8 Eyed Spy,
Andrew Hill,
Cybotron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pierre Henry,
Japan,
Bronski Beat,
Unrelated Segments,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
Talk Talk,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ornette Coleman,
Outsiders,
Theoretical Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Royal Trux,
Das Ding,
Roger Hodgson,
The Motions,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Neon Judgement,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker,
ABC,
Blancmange,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soft Machine,
Faraquet,
The Fortunes,
Eli Mardock,
Ossler,
Young Marble Giants,
Crash Course in Science,
Sonic Youth,
Bad Manners,
The Dead C,
The New Christs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minor Threat,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Electric Prunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pussy Galore,
Albert Ayler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.