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 Pakistan and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Barrington Levy to the jazz 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Visage,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aaron Thompson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fluxion,
Country Teasers,
F. McDonald,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The J.B.'s,
Nirvana,
Freddie Wadling,
The Toasters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tommy Roe,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare,
June of 44,
Amon Düül,
Nils Olav,
Danielle Patucci,
Grauzone,
Chrome,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cure,
Agent Orange,
Camberwell Now,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kenny Larkin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pole,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Coltrane,
Archie Shepp,
Excepter,
Los Fastidios,
The United States of America,
R.M.O.,
The Smoke,
Godley & Creme,
June Days,
Wings,
Sällskapet,
Fatback Band,
Graham Central Station,
Magazine,
Q and Not U,
James White and The Blacks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Slick Rick,
The Fugs,
Tears for Fears,
Interpol,
Hardrive,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.