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 Namibia and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 UT to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Piero Umiliani,
Massinfluence,
Vainqueur,
Joe Finger,
Yusef Lateef,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stereo Dub,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Saints,
Los Fastidios,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Sherman,
Hot Snakes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yellowson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pierre Henry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grauzone,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radiohead,
Danielle Patucci,
Marmalade,
Aural Exciters,
Dave Gahan,
Darondo,
Harry Pussy,
Camberwell Now,
Swell Maps,
The Index,
CMW,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Starr,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amon Düül II,
Jesper Dahlback,
Heaven 17,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang of Four,
Frankie Knuckles,
Erasure,
Matthew Bourne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yaz,
ABC,
Saccharine Trust,
The Buckinghams,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joyce Sims,
Ultra Naté,
Letta Mbulu,
Scientists,
Ken Boothe,
Ten City,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quantec,
Sixth Finger,
Deepchord,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.