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 Sierra Leone and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Symarip to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amazonics,
Nirvana,
Robert Wyatt,
The Neon Judgement,
Niagra,
Supertramp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Moby Grape,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boredoms,
David McCallum,
Ponytail,
John Lydon,
Sister Nancy,
Sound Behaviour,
Vladislav Delay,
Country Teasers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultravox,
Angry Samoans,
Deepchord,
Minnie Riperton,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camouflage,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mars,
Bootsy Collins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joy Division,
Anthony Braxton,
The Motions,
Parry Music,
Howard Jones,
Maleditus Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soul II Soul,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swans,
The Selecter,
David Bowie,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quadrant,
Fluxion,
Warsaw,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marcia Griffiths,
T. Rex,
Idris Muhammad,
Cymande,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bad Manners,
Qualms,
Oneida,
48th St. Collective,
Masters at Work,
Hot Snakes,
Schoolly D,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.