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 Liberia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Soft Machine,
Rapeman,
The Kinks,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Pop Group,
Wasted Youth,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare,
Rekid,
Tom Boy,
Scientists,
Dual Sessions,
Au Pairs,
The Gap Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Television Personalities,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joyce Sims,
Goldenarms,
Faust,
Eli Mardock,
Bob Dylan,
Moby Grape,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Massinfluence,
Eddi Front,
The Stooges,
The Misunderstood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeff Mills,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Faraquet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Monks,
Cal Tjader,
Black Bananas,
Livin' Joy,
Das Ding,
Television,
Ronnie Foster,
Barbara Tucker,
Simply Red,
Aswad,
Technova,
Shuggie Otis,
ABBA,
Minor Threat,
Arcadia,
Unrelated Segments,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Pus,
Clear Light,
Deadbeat,
Malaria!,
The Raincoats,
Gang of Four,
The Residents,
Slick Rick,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.