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 Belgium and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 The Trojans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Suicide,
Stiv Bators,
The Grass Roots,
Dawn Penn,
KRS-One,
Nick Fraelich,
Albert Ayler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Popol Vuh,
The Gladiators,
Wings,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roxy Music,
The Angels of Light,
Tommy Roe,
Motorama,
Audionom,
Barrington Levy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cecil Taylor,
Au Pairs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Max Romeo,
Hashim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yellowson,
The Mummies,
Khruangbin,
Erykah Badu,
Man Parrish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oneida,
Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Country Teasers,
Tom Boy,
David McCallum,
Grauzone,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Can,
Hardrive,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fugs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Niagra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New Order,
Fat Boys,
John Cale,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scott Walker,
Moebius,
Juan Atkins,
Neil Young,
Michelle Simonal,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.