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 Czech Republic and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe 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 This Heat to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Fania All-Stars,
Roxette,
Visage,
Johnny Clarke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moebius,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Graham Central Station,
Erasure,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vainqueur,
Wasted Youth,
Deepchord,
Swell Maps,
Erykah Badu,
Fluxion,
Black Moon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter and Kerry,
U.S. Maple,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Monochrome Set,
Letta Mbulu,
The Golliwogs,
Procol Harum,
Guru Guru,
The Names,
Maurizio,
Absolute Body Control,
Idris Muhammad,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
D'Angelo,
Pierre Henry,
Zero Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Moody Blues,
EPMD,
Crooked Eye,
China Crisis,
The Last Poets,
Eli Mardock,
Nils Olav,
Crash Course in Science,
Joey Negro,
Max Romeo,
Public Enemy,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fuzztones,
The Slits,
Tomorrow,
John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
Alphaville,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.