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 Thailand and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 L. Decosne to the grime 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '80s.
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 The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Albert Ayler,
Peter & Gordon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Cale,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Erasure,
Pylon,
The Stooges,
The Leaves,
Bizarre Inc.,
Swell Maps,
The Count Five,
The Fire Engines,
Chrome,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cowsills,
Subhumans,
David McCallum,
Ronnie Foster,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun Ra,
The Names,
Cymande,
Sexual Harrassment,
Magma,
Rhythm & Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare,
Hasil Adkins,
UT,
Anthony Braxton,
Porter Ricks,
Bush Tetras,
the Sonics,
The Black Dice,
Lower 48,
Massinfluence,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Golliwogs,
Rod Modell,
KRS-One,
Wally Richardson,
Sällskapet,
Nirvana,
Soul II Soul,
Derrick May,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eddi Front,
Circle Jerks,
Index,
Lungfish,
Sparks,
Reuben Wilson,
Second Layer,
Mantronix,
Inner City,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Blackbyrds,
Judy Mowatt,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton 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.