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 Ukraine and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Mars to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Scion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
8 Eyed Spy,
The United States of America,
Cheater Slicks,
These Immortal Souls,
Reuben Wilson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Monks,
Stetsasonic,
Darondo,
Adolescents,
Cybotron,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scrapy,
Faraquet,
Derrick May,
The Moody Blues,
Colin Newman,
The Music Machine,
China Crisis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arcadia,
June Days,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Red Krayola,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Saccharine Trust,
Bluetip,
Roxy Music,
Procol Harum,
Fela Kuti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bob Dylan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Bananas,
Jerry's Kids,
Lakeside,
Vladislav Delay,
Audionom,
Lindisfarne,
Siglo XX,
Ossler,
Los Fastidios,
Joy Division,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quando Quango,
The Buckinghams,
H. Thieme,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moby Grape,
Television,
Cabaret Voltaire,
FM Einheit,
Lucky Dragons,
Stockholm Monsters,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.