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 United States and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Ken Boothe to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Starr,
Sällskapet,
Soft Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Flag,
This Heat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moby Grape,
The Residents,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Todd Rundgren,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Massinfluence,
Cymande,
Stetsasonic,
Das Ding,
Flipper,
John Holt,
Pussy Galore,
Rekid,
Gerry Rafferty,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ituana,
Nirvana,
The Neon Judgement,
Warren Ellis,
Jandek,
Mandrill,
The Seeds,
Infiniti,
DJ Sneak,
Bizarre Inc.,
Circle Jerks,
Cluster,
Blossom Toes,
Tres Demented,
Silicon Teens,
Lalann,
Angry Samoans,
Arab on Radar,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Last Poets,
Monolake,
Nico,
ABC,
Dark Day,
Delon & Dalcan,
Shoche,
Popol Vuh,
The Blues Magoos,
Nas,
The Mummies,
Brothers Johnson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Easy Going,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.