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 Algeria and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Albert Ayler to the crunk 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Faust,
The Young Rascals,
New York Dolls,
Scientists,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crooked Eye,
Johnny Clarke,
Pulsallama,
Excepter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quantec,
Marine Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Marshall Jefferson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yaz,
Fad Gadget,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Easy Going,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed,
The Pop Group,
Eric Copeland,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bootsy Collins,
the Germs,
Theoretical Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Zapp,
Bad Manners,
The Saints,
Scrapy,
Mad Mike,
Heaven 17,
The Mummies,
Pharoah Sanders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Swell Maps,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skarface,
Von Mondo,
The Searchers,
Albert Ayler,
Kerri Chandler,
Barrington Levy,
Television Personalities,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nico,
Erykah Badu,
The Gories,
Saccharine Trust,
Alison Limerick,
Faraquet,
Junior Murvin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Throbbing Gristle,
JFA,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.