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 Lebanon and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Funkadelic to the rap 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Suburban Knight,
The Saints,
H. Thieme,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric Copeland,
Jesper Dahlback,
Carl Craig,
Reuben Wilson,
Prince Buster,
Aloha Tigers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Sherman,
Von Mondo,
Soulsonic Force,
Zero Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Tommy Roe,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Monks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Guru Guru,
Ituana,
Heaven 17,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eden Ahbez,
Harry Pussy,
Minny Pops,
Wasted Youth,
Grauzone,
The Index,
Donny Hathaway,
The Walker Brothers,
Terry Callier,
ABBA,
The Toasters,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gap Band,
Main Source,
Dennis Brown,
Mantronix,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Matthew Halsall,
Trumans Water,
Wings,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Kinks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fall,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeff Mills,
Rakim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quadrant,
The Seeds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
a-ha,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.