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 Dominica and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 These Immortal Souls to the dance 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Max Romeo,
Pantytec,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brand Nubian,
The Pop Group,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fugazi,
The Standells,
The Human League,
Tim Buckley,
The Neon Judgement,
The Zeros,
Rites of Spring,
Ronnie Foster,
The Toasters,
Sixth Finger,
Gong,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jawbox,
Ice-T,
Aswad,
Sun Ra,
Ludus,
Procol Harum,
Sexual Harrassment,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oneida,
the Germs,
The Dirtbombs,
Tommy Roe,
The Black Dice,
The Birthday Party,
Scratch Acid,
Kurtis Blow,
Rekid,
Hashim,
Warsaw,
Fad Gadget,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Misunderstood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flipper,
Q and Not U,
Schoolly D,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moebius,
The Smoke,
The Moleskins,
The Last Poets,
Gichy Dan,
The Blues Magoos,
Pere Ubu,
Gang of Four,
Desert Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Erykah Badu,
Marine Girls,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.