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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Agitation Free to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Sex Pistols,
Reuben Wilson,
Au Pairs,
Arcadia,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Faraquet,
Shoche,
The Names,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Metal Thangz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Monks,
48th St. Collective,
Roxy Music,
The Mojo Men,
The Remains,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barclay James Harvest,
kango's stein massive,
Idris Muhammad,
John Holt,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oneida,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Public Enemy,
Sugar Minott,
Chris & Cosey,
Faust,
AZ,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minor Threat,
Jawbox,
Ponytail,
Jacob Miller,
Lalann,
The Techniques,
The Index,
Section 25,
Duran Duran,
Carl Craig,
Ronnie Foster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moby Grape,
Fear,
Supertramp,
Connie Case,
R.M.O.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Banda Bassotti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Zero Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Max Romeo,
Arthur Verocai,
Thee Headcoats,
Throbbing Gristle,
Steve Hackett,
The Kinks,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.