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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Zero Boys to the funk 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mojo Men,
Warren Ellis,
ABC,
Whodini,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scratch Acid,
Interpol,
Chris & Cosey,
Saccharine Trust,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lindisfarne,
Quadrant,
Flipper,
Gong,
Peter & Gordon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cheater Slicks,
The Red Krayola,
Audionom,
Mary Jane Girls,
Zero Boys,
Neil Young,
The Standells,
Tommy Roe,
Peter and Kerry,
Maleditus Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Von Mondo,
the Normal,
Babytalk,
U.S. Maple,
Loose Ends,
Rakim,
Parry Music,
Eddi Front,
Joe Smooth,
Negative Approach,
Henry Cow,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cure,
The Fall,
Fad Gadget,
Kool Moe Dee,
Matthew Halsall,
Mad Mike,
Smog,
Pantaleimon,
T.S.O.L.,
The American Breed,
Lightning Bolt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sonics,
Yusef Lateef,
The Smoke,
New York Dolls,
Nik Kershaw,
Iggy Pop,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.