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 Sudan and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Au Pairs to the jazz 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
The Slits,
Bootsy Collins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
H. Thieme,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun City Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aloha Tigers,
The Star Department,
Ossler,
Agitation Free,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alton Ellis,
Con Funk Shun,
Junior Murvin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
James White and The Blacks,
L. Decosne,
New York Dolls,
Oneida,
Eden Ahbez,
The Knickerbockers,
Donny Hathaway,
Mandrill,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boz Scaggs,
Hashim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sparks,
Tomorrow,
The Golliwogs,
Lower 48,
Siglo XX,
Gong,
The Mojo Men,
Mo-Dettes,
Arab on Radar,
The Techniques,
Hoover,
Gil Scott Heron,
Angry Samoans,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Outsiders,
Mars,
The Human League,
Ice-T,
X-101,
Sam Rivers,
Basic Channel,
Unrelated Segments,
Scan 7,
Livin' Joy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Neon Judgement,
Morten Harket,
Kayak,
Roy Ayers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.