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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe 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 Tropical Tobacco to the crunk 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Bootsy Collins,
Jawbox,
Stetsasonic,
The Sound,
Goldenarms,
Los Fastidios,
Pulsallama,
John Coltrane,
Spandau Ballet,
Motorama,
Letta Mbulu,
Cecil Taylor,
Don Cherry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Traffic Nightmare,
cv313,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cowsills,
Neil Young,
Tears for Fears,
The Divine Comedy,
Saccharine Trust,
Ice-T,
The Selecter,
The J.B.'s,
Pantytec,
Tom Boy,
Pylon,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gun Club,
The Barracudas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fire Engines,
This Heat,
Todd Terry,
OOIOO,
Barclay James Harvest,
AZ,
Sight & Sound,
Black Sheep,
Excepter,
Maleditus Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Public Enemy,
Peter & Gordon,
The Blues Magoos,
James White and The Blacks,
Soft Machine,
Agent Orange,
The Black Dice,
Eve St. Jones,
Boredoms,
Hot Snakes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Angels of Light,
Liliput,
Wire,
The Kinks,
Sonic Youth,
the Normal,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.