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 Oman and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Animal Collective to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Kerrie Biddell,
The J.B.'s,
Jeru the Damaja,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grandmaster Flash,
L. Decosne,
Pussy Galore,
Ludus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Prince Buster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Toasters,
Rosa Yemen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alphaville,
Second Layer,
Animal Collective,
Warsaw,
Soul II Soul,
The Litter,
Lindisfarne,
Ronnie Foster,
Parry Music,
Funky Four + One,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
JFA,
Pagans,
Yazoo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Pretty Things,
The Skatalites,
U.S. Maple,
Cecil Taylor,
Kaleidoscope,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Halsall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skarface,
Bootsy Collins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cramps,
Das Ding,
Althea and Donna,
Model 500,
The Busters,
Skriet,
Symarip,
Gang Starr,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Grass Roots,
Pharoah Sanders,
Isaac Hayes,
The Human League,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quantec,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Smiths,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.