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 Calgary.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Fania All-Stars to the techno 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Guru Guru,
Crash Course in Science,
Grey Daturas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harry Pussy,
Electric Prunes,
Saccharine Trust,
Grandmaster Flash,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suburban Knight,
In Retrospect,
Chrome,
The Birthday Party,
Faraquet,
Yusef Lateef,
Bill Wells,
R.M.O.,
Maleditus Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Erasure,
E-Dancer,
Fat Boys,
The Evens,
Fear,
Severed Heads,
Babytalk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minny Pops,
The Searchers,
Kenny Larkin,
Thompson Twins,
The Pretty Things,
Soulsonic Force,
The Toasters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jandek,
Brand Nubian,
Fugazi,
Metal Thangz,
Blancmange,
Radiopuhelimet,
Newcleus,
Byron Stingily,
Stockholm Monsters,
Al Stewart,
Black Moon,
The Saints,
The Zeros,
Sun City Girls,
Mandrill,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Leonard Cohen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.