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 Vanuatu and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
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 oboe 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 Ken Boothe to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Icehouse,
Magma,
Liliput,
Banda Bassotti,
Colin Newman,
Moss Icon,
Aural Exciters,
China Crisis,
Brick,
Rekid,
Mission of Burma,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Zero Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Susan Cadogan,
Franke,
The Real Kids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Siglo XX,
Yusef Lateef,
Quantec,
The Black Dice,
Radiohead,
Neu!,
Brand Nubian,
The Selecter,
The J.B.'s,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Last Poets,
Lalo Schifrin,
Section 25,
Simply Red,
Chris Corsano,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cal Tjader,
Agitation Free,
Kenny Larkin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alphaville,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Hood,
Bluetip,
Henry Cow,
Wire,
Scott Walker,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lucky Dragons,
New Age Steppers,
Slave,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grauzone,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Guru Guru,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.