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 Nauru and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Darondo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Godley & Creme,
ABC,
Susan Cadogan,
Wings,
Pantytec,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mission of Burma,
Josef K,
Ludus,
Symarip,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Names,
Kenny Larkin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Slave,
Amon Düül,
X-101,
New Order,
Gang Starr,
Au Pairs,
Mantronix,
David Bowie,
Maleditus Sound,
Don Cherry,
Sight & Sound,
Duran Duran,
Eli Mardock,
Swans,
ABBA,
The Residents,
Pierre Henry,
Minnie Riperton,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joe Smooth,
Arcadia,
Lindisfarne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scrapy,
Pere Ubu,
Warren Ellis,
Brick,
Steve Hackett,
Yusef Lateef,
JFA,
Ituana,
Moebius,
Liliput,
The Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Schoolly D,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ice-T,
Marmalade,
Anthony Braxton,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bush Tetras,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.