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 Philippines and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Half Japanese to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Girls At Our Best!,
Depeche Mode,
Silicon Teens,
Tomorrow,
Wally Richardson,
DJ Sneak,
Sister Nancy,
The Electric Prunes,
Clear Light,
the Slits,
The Shadows of Knight,
David Bowie,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brothers Johnson,
Royal Trux,
The Gladiators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Five Americans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Sherman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Second Layer,
The Sonics,
The Angels of Light,
The Red Krayola,
Henry Cow,
Alison Limerick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Prunes,
Organ,
Groovy Waters,
The Victims,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Circle Jerks,
Shoche,
Flamin' Groovies,
Model 500,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Coltrane,
Sparks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
KRS-One,
MDC,
The Grass Roots,
Ornette Coleman,
Massinfluence,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Leaves,
Pierre Henry,
Andrew Hill,
The Martian,
The Slits,
Agent Orange,
Cluster,
Grey Daturas,
Spandau Ballet,
The Skatalites,
Hasil Adkins,
Guru Guru,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.