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 Singapore and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Selecter to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
James White and The Blacks,
Joyce Sims,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
LL Cool J,
Barrington Levy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Main Source,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dawn Penn,
Soul Sonic Force,
Technova,
The Fire Engines,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harry Pussy,
Marc Almond,
Maurizio,
Barbara Tucker,
Nils Olav,
The Fall,
The Smiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Angels of Light,
Surgeon,
Nik Kershaw,
The Vogues,
Funky Four + One,
Crime,
Panda Bear,
Mr. Review,
Kayak,
The Human League,
Eddi Front,
Anthony Braxton,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Funkadelic,
Deadbeat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sonics,
Roger Hodgson,
Radio Birdman,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Velvet Underground,
Camouflage,
Black Moon,
AZ,
Lou Christie,
Television Personalities,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Raincoats,
Scion,
the Bar-Kays,
Simply Red,
The Buckinghams,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Mummies,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.