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 Malaysia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
KRS-One,
Gastr Del Sol,
Magma,
D'Angelo,
Wally Richardson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Subhumans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kaleidoscope,
Chris & Cosey,
K-Klass,
Fatback Band,
CMW,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Warren Ellis,
Anakelly,
The Invisible,
Qualms,
Ornette Coleman,
The Golliwogs,
The Leaves,
The Selecter,
Susan Cadogan,
Howard Jones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Animal Collective,
Maleditus Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Germs,
The Grass Roots,
Ultravox,
Wasted Youth,
Junior Murvin,
The Sound,
Shoche,
Funky Four + One,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Star Department,
Whodini,
Simply Red,
Sparks,
Bad Manners,
Toni Rubio,
Slave,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cheater Slicks,
The Associates,
The Pop Group,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Litter,
Roxy Music,
The Toasters,
Cal Tjader,
Derrick Morgan,
The Tremeloes,
Eric Dolphy,
Davy DMX,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.