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 Sri Lanka and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Livin' Joy to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The Mojo Men,
Black Bananas,
Pussy Galore,
Wally Richardson,
Roxy Music,
Talk Talk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fortunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Metal Thangz,
Don Cherry,
Godley & Creme,
Jacob Miller,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Byrd,
Davy DMX,
Brand Nubian,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Copeland,
Kurtis Blow,
Pulsallama,
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Zeros,
Yellowson,
Lalann,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Flag,
The Raincoats,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dead Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scratch Acid,
The Monks,
Isaac Hayes,
Derrick Morgan,
Todd Terry,
Terry Callier,
Andrew Hill,
Model 500,
the Normal,
Aswad,
Absolute Body Control,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stiv Bators,
Glenn Branca,
The Blues Magoos,
Alison Limerick,
Camberwell Now,
8 Eyed Spy,
Spandau Ballet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sugar Minott,
Funky Four + One,
The Selecter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masters at Work,
Yaz,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.