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 South Sudan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Soul II Soul to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 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 Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Chris Corsano,
Black Pus,
Magazine,
Inner City,
The Motions,
Tommy Roe,
X-101,
Swell Maps,
Davy DMX,
Barry Ungar,
Crispian St. Peters,
Half Japanese,
Easy Going,
Chrome,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Public Enemy,
Charles Mingus,
Sam Rivers,
La Düsseldorf,
The Trojans,
Eric Dolphy,
Mad Mike,
Technova,
A Certain Ratio,
Masters at Work,
Urselle,
Y Pants,
Connie Case,
Yaz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amon Düül,
Pole,
Ken Boothe,
Oblivians,
Slave,
Pantaleimon,
James White and The Blacks,
The Standells,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Moleskins,
Section 25,
The Young Rascals,
Sonic Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Livin' Joy,
Buzzcocks,
Tim Buckley,
John Lydon,
the Association,
Hoover,
the Bar-Kays,
The New Christs,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sixth Finger,
Agitation Free,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Byrd,
Magma,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.