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 Mauritius and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marc Almond to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
The Gap Band,
Popol Vuh,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Theoretical Girls,
Essential Logic,
Peter & Gordon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Icehouse,
Simply Red,
Rufus Thomas,
Yaz,
Leonard Cohen,
Echospace,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Judy Mowatt,
The Offenders,
Ice-T,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skriet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Byron Stingily,
Sparks,
Slick Rick,
Boz Scaggs,
Mo-Dettes,
Moebius,
Motorama,
Oblivians,
The Seeds,
Matthew Halsall,
John Coltrane,
Derrick Morgan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lindisfarne,
Guru Guru,
the Normal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dirtbombs,
Unrelated Segments,
Deadbeat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joe Smooth,
Japan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barry Ungar,
Black Bananas,
Make Up,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ken Boothe,
The Mojo Men,
Deakin,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.