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 Palau and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Isaac Hayes to the rock 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Groovy Waters,
Massinfluence,
Brothers Johnson,
The Golliwogs,
Khruangbin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
cv313,
Scott Walker,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
PIL,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neu!,
10cc,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Maurizio,
Nirvana,
Lindisfarne,
Todd Terry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hoover,
Radiohead,
The Toasters,
Mars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
EPMD,
Fad Gadget,
Rosa Yemen,
Organ,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kaleidoscope,
Letta Mbulu,
Warren Ellis,
Index,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fatback Band,
Gang of Four,
Nils Olav,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Real Kids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül II,
Can,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bad Manners,
Skriet,
Terry Callier,
Intrusion,
Colin Newman,
The Motions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sam Rivers,
The United States of America,
Drexciya,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Bar-Kays,
Mark Hollis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.