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 Belarus and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Associates to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
The Fire Engines,
Nils Olav,
Dual Sessions,
Monks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barbara Tucker,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Basic Channel,
Mission of Burma,
Con Funk Shun,
The Remains,
KRS-One,
Swans,
The Standells,
David McCallum,
Byron Stingily,
Fad Gadget,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Scan 7,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joy Division,
Kevin Saunderson,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Move,
Severed Heads,
The Trojans,
Q65,
Mandrill,
FM Einheit,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minor Threat,
Tres Demented,
Minny Pops,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Albert Ayler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bush Tetras,
Carl Craig,
Ralphi Rosario,
DNA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
In Retrospect,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jawbox,
The Happenings,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Guru Guru,
Susan Cadogan,
Nirvana,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brand Nubian,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sarah Menescal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Massinfluence,
The Neon Judgement,
Moebius,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.