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 Bahamas and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Brothers Johnson to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Gories,
T. Rex,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Slackers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Von Mondo,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hoover,
Fat Boys,
Popol Vuh,
E-Dancer,
Thompson Twins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Icehouse,
K-Klass,
Pagans,
The Wake,
Talk Talk,
Toni Rubio,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gap Band,
The Evens,
The Smoke,
Urselle,
Underground Resistance,
Marine Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
10cc,
48th St. Collective,
The Barracudas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Anthony Braxton,
Easy Going,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Association,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amon Düül,
June of 44,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Misunderstood,
Intrusion,
Sonic Youth,
Henry Cow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bootsy Collins,
The J.B.'s,
Patti Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
The Black Dice,
Erasure,
Brick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Audionom,
Jeff Lynne,
Index,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tim Buckley,
Fela Kuti,
Bluetip,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.