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 Syria and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Monks to the grime 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Charles Mingus,
Liliput,
Camberwell Now,
Wally Richardson,
Black Bananas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ronan,
Schoolly D,
Moby Grape,
Soul Sonic Force,
Matthew Bourne,
The Knickerbockers,
Boredoms,
Bob Dylan,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wolf Eyes,
Oneida,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nirvana,
Vladislav Delay,
Max Romeo,
The Sound,
Moebius,
Marshall Jefferson,
T.S.O.L.,
T. Rex,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brick,
Pantytec,
Audionom,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Don Cherry,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultra Naté,
The Victims,
Lucky Dragons,
Roxy Music,
Gang Starr,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New Age Steppers,
Hashim,
ABC,
The Litter,
The Monochrome Set,
Mad Mike,
The Gladiators,
LL Cool J,
Swans,
L. Decosne,
Unrelated Segments,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minny Pops,
Agitation Free,
Alton Ellis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Happenings,
The Cure,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.