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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the grime 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
cv313,
Moebius,
Bad Manners,
Joe Smooth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
U.S. Maple,
Gabor Szabo,
Henry Cow,
Robert Wyatt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fortunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bluetip,
Drexciya,
The Trojans,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Last Poets,
Moss Icon,
Neu!,
Inner City,
The Cramps,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lakeside,
The Human League,
X-Ray Spex,
Visage,
Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sound Behaviour,
Anakelly,
Gang Gang Dance,
Metal Thangz,
The Residents,
Joey Negro,
Hashim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dual Sessions,
The Seeds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pet Shop Boys,
MDC,
Make Up,
Liliput,
Eli Mardock,
Man Parrish,
Tubeway Army,
The Litter,
In Retrospect,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Green,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rakim,
Charles Mingus,
Magma,
The Selecter,
The Angels of Light,
Cymande,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.