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 Cape Verde and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camouflage to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
The Seeds,
Icehouse,
The Moleskins,
Quando Quango,
Infiniti,
The Angels of Light,
Faraquet,
OOIOO,
The Mummies,
Sonic Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Second Layer,
Erasure,
Prince Buster,
Yusef Lateef,
Shuggie Otis,
Thompson Twins,
Reuben Wilson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Monolake,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deadbeat,
Erykah Badu,
Wire,
Depeche Mode,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ituana,
Stetsasonic,
The Monochrome Set,
Mark Hollis,
UT,
Silicon Teens,
The Motions,
Saccharine Trust,
China Crisis,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Barracudas,
Chris Corsano,
Cecil Taylor,
Mandrill,
Intrusion,
Sun Ra,
Nils Olav,
Ken Boothe,
The Zeros,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Holt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Spoonie Gee,
World's Most,
Supertramp,
The Index,
the Association,
10cc,
David Bowie,
Bootsy Collins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Derrick May,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.