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 Slovenia and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Martian to the electroclash 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Mandrill,
Derrick Morgan,
Fluxion,
La Düsseldorf,
Animal Collective,
Infiniti,
EPMD,
Whodini,
The Pretty Things,
The Leaves,
Yusef Lateef,
Boogie Down Productions,
Schoolly D,
Gichy Dan,
The Motions,
Crooked Eye,
Jeff Mills,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Velvet Underground,
Radiohead,
The Victims,
Dual Sessions,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Sherman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brick,
Swell Maps,
June Days,
Alice Coltrane,
Outsiders,
The Count Five,
The Fortunes,
Dead Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Metal Thangz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ornette Coleman,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Busters,
Rod Modell,
Maleditus Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Christie,
Isaac Hayes,
Fat Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Suburban Knight,
Barbara Tucker,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terry Callier,
Robert Wyatt,
Joyce Sims,
The Five Americans,
Ken Boothe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flipper,
Japan,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.