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 Jamaica and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Yusef Lateef to the dance 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
The Moleskins,
Lungfish,
The Pop Group,
the Sonics,
The Pretty Things,
Mad Mike,
Dorothy Ashby,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blake Baxter,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Sherman,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare,
Blancmange,
Henry Cow,
Mars,
Todd Terry,
The Martian,
The Offenders,
Rekid,
The Raincoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Last Poets,
Hot Snakes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Piero Umiliani,
Marc Almond,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mojo Men,
Lyres,
Joe Finger,
Technova,
Lebanon Hanover,
B.T. Express,
Fifty Foot Hose,
L. Decosne,
Althea and Donna,
The Invisible,
Bronski Beat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ohio Players,
Jandek,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeff Mills,
Cluster,
Juan Atkins,
Black Moon,
The Mummies,
Pussy Galore,
Underground Resistance,
The Blackbyrds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Archie Shepp,
The Trojans,
Bill Near,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
KRS-One,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Holt,
Idris Muhammad,
Kevin Saunderson,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.