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 Togo and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Inner City to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Con Funk Shun,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Unwound,
Soul II Soul,
Barrington Levy,
PIL,
Wire,
The Toasters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter & Gordon,
David Bowie,
Porter Ricks,
Essential Logic,
Warren Ellis,
The Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Liliput,
Nation of Ulysses,
Warsaw,
DNA,
Lou Reed,
Sun City Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stetsasonic,
Severed Heads,
Depeche Mode,
The Knickerbockers,
A Certain Ratio,
Trumans Water,
The Young Rascals,
Ultra Naté,
The Durutti Column,
48th St. Collective,
The Offenders,
The Neon Judgement,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pylon,
Stiv Bators,
Lee Hazlewood,
OOIOO,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Public Enemy,
Sex Pistols,
Country Joe & The Fish,
CMW,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camberwell Now,
Soft Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Wings,
Wally Richardson,
Sight & Sound,
Todd Terry,
Pierre Henry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Idris Muhammad,
Quantec,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.