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 Kuwait and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Man Eating Sloth to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
D'Angelo,
Metal Thangz,
The Moleskins,
Wally Richardson,
The Moody Blues,
the Sonics,
the Slits,
Siglo XX,
The Birthday Party,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
K-Klass,
DJ Style,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Angels of Light,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Doobie Brothers,
Duran Duran,
Fear,
Niagra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blake Baxter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jandek,
Todd Rundgren,
The Buckinghams,
Oneida,
The Blackbyrds,
Henry Cow,
Cybotron,
Wolf Eyes,
Hardrive,
Tres Demented,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Albert Ayler,
The Skatalites,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeff Lynne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Q65,
Pantytec,
The Count Five,
The Residents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Golliwogs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stiv Bators,
The Tremeloes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Grass Roots,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Audionom,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vladislav Delay,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Essential Logic,
The Doors,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.