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 Oman and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Fluxion to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June Days,
Magazine,
Grey Daturas,
Fugazi,
Dual Sessions,
The Evens,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bang On A Can,
Goldenarms,
Josef K,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ornette Coleman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scratch Acid,
Das Ding,
Matthew Bourne,
Magma,
Essential Logic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Letta Mbulu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sugar Minott,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
cv313,
Joyce Sims,
Toni Rubio,
Tom Boy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sound Behaviour,
Mars,
The Saints,
Stetsasonic,
Ice-T,
Yazoo,
Aswad,
The Dead C,
Clear Light,
L. Decosne,
Lakeside,
Arthur Verocai,
Piero Umiliani,
Los Fastidios,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
H. Thieme,
Dennis Brown,
Pagans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gong,
Gang Starr,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter & Gordon,
Moebius,
Aural Exciters,
Brass Construction,
the Bar-Kays,
The Motions,
Wolf Eyes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
U.S. Maple,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.