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 Serbia and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kevin Saunderson to the dance 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Derrick Morgan,
The Doors,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Angels of Light,
Rapeman,
The Trojans,
The Blues Magoos,
Thee Headcoats,
Althea and Donna,
The Velvet Underground,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
AZ,
Boredoms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arcadia,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Warren Ellis,
Angry Samoans,
Motorama,
Jerry's Kids,
Scrapy,
Skaos,
Lyres,
Sugar Minott,
Wally Richardson,
The Monochrome Set,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Pop Group,
Ituana,
Roxy Music,
Pagans,
Soft Machine,
The Remains,
Supertramp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Hutcherson,
EPMD,
Tom Boy,
The Cramps,
Judy Mowatt,
In Retrospect,
Eddi Front,
Section 25,
Robert Wyatt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yusef Lateef,
The Real Kids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chris & Cosey,
Al Stewart,
Chrome,
Aloha Tigers,
Simply Red,
Pantytec,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
China Crisis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grauzone,
Harmonia,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.