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 Liechtenstein and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Donald Fagen 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 Massinfluence to the dance 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Suicide,
Nirvana,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flipper,
The Walker Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brand Nubian,
The Tremeloes,
Liliput,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camouflage,
Marine Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ohio Players,
Organ,
Zapp,
Scientists,
Supertramp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lakeside,
Aaron Thompson,
Faust,
Charles Mingus,
Derrick Morgan,
Judy Mowatt,
Hoover,
Marcia Griffiths,
Delta 5,
The United States of America,
the Association,
The Smoke,
Lightning Bolt,
Leonard Cohen,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mojo Men,
The Gun Club,
Henry Cow,
Urselle,
Malaria!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Television Personalities,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yellowson,
Metal Thangz,
The American Breed,
PIL,
The Durutti Column,
Nik Kershaw,
Spoonie Gee,
Inner City,
Marc Almond,
Dead Boys,
L. Decosne,
D'Angelo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bauhaus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.