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 Denmark and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soft Machine to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Danielle Patucci,
EPMD,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joey Negro,
Alton Ellis,
The Happenings,
Brick,
Ronnie Foster,
In Retrospect,
Moss Icon,
F. McDonald,
Derrick May,
Deadbeat,
Moby Grape,
Circle Jerks,
Parry Music,
Saccharine Trust,
Underground Resistance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Drexciya,
Kayak,
Peter & Gordon,
Stiv Bators,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roxette,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed,
X-Ray Spex,
Absolute Body Control,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joe Smooth,
Scott Walker,
Crime,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Carl Craig,
UT,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swans,
Yellowson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joy Division,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sister Nancy,
Andrew Hill,
Man Parrish,
Connie Case,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Magazine,
Nik Kershaw,
Echospace,
Section 25,
Bobby Byrd,
Babytalk,
Das Ding,
Malaria!,
Bob Dylan,
Ossler,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.