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 Andorra and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Gories to the crunk 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Sugar Minott,
James White and The Blacks,
The Motions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quantec,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tim Buckley,
Tommy Roe,
Simply Red,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aaron Thompson,
Pere Ubu,
Electric Prunes,
John Coltrane,
Rapeman,
The Mummies,
Andrew Hill,
Scion,
Susan Cadogan,
Roy Ayers,
The Searchers,
CMW,
Sun City Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The New Christs,
Schoolly D,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Don Cherry,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nils Olav,
K-Klass,
Black Pus,
U.S. Maple,
Drexciya,
Arthur Verocai,
Jacques Brel,
Skarface,
Archie Shepp,
The Monochrome Set,
ABC,
Grauzone,
The Fugs,
The Invisible,
Excepter,
Bronski Beat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wolf Eyes,
48th St. Collective,
Vladislav Delay,
T.S.O.L.,
Lungfish,
the Germs,
Thompson Twins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Foxx,
Aural Exciters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.