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 Botswana and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
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 linndrum 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 Archie Shepp to the disco 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Das Ding,
Althea and Donna,
The New Christs,
Essential Logic,
Nas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Funkadelic,
The Doors,
Grey Daturas,
Rotary Connection,
Jawbox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Toasters,
Pierre Henry,
Bob Dylan,
The Misunderstood,
Dave Gahan,
Babytalk,
The Skatalites,
DJ Style,
Whodini,
Fela Kuti,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gladiators,
The Moody Blues,
Moss Icon,
Archie Shepp,
Youth Brigade,
New York Dolls,
Intrusion,
10cc,
Symarip,
Jacques Brel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Maleditus Sound,
Lakeside,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Niagra,
Amon Düül,
Warsaw,
Liliput,
Agitation Free,
Erykah Badu,
Kurtis Blow,
Sight & Sound,
Mad Mike,
Pantytec,
Matthew Halsall,
Minny Pops,
Bill Wells,
Arab on Radar,
Rekid,
Swell Maps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arthur Verocai,
Gong,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.