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 Kyrgyzstan and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slackers to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radiohead,
Deakin,
The Birthday Party,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
A Certain Ratio,
The Names,
Max Romeo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lungfish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scan 7,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed,
B.T. Express,
Bluetip,
The Last Poets,
K-Klass,
Rufus Thomas,
Fatback Band,
FM Einheit,
CMW,
Derrick Morgan,
The Skatalites,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Das Ding,
Crooked Eye,
Judy Mowatt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun Ra,
John Lydon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerri Chandler,
Little Man,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Talk Talk,
The Mojo Men,
Ronan,
Brothers Johnson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Au Pairs,
Fad Gadget,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Newcleus,
The Victims,
Idris Muhammad,
Matthew Bourne,
John Foxx,
Loose Ends,
Shoche,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eli Mardock,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.