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 Madagascar and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Von Mondo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Lalann,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bluetip,
Dennis Brown,
James White and The Blacks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yusef Lateef,
Hashim,
Nico,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang of Four,
Sun Ra,
Bill Wells,
Rekid,
Agitation Free,
The Tremeloes,
Dark Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ice-T,
Deadbeat,
The Real Kids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Schoolly D,
The Evens,
The Selecter,
Brick,
Q and Not U,
a-ha,
Harry Pussy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Connie Case,
The American Breed,
Camouflage,
The Wake,
Fela Kuti,
Stiv Bators,
the Human League,
The Golliwogs,
Terry Callier,
Faust,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fortunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Franke,
Grey Daturas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tears for Fears,
Urselle,
Mission of Burma,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eli Mardock,
The Doors,
Black Moon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gong,
Cameo,
Loose Ends,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.