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 Moldova and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The United States of America to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Urselle,
Darondo,
Arab on Radar,
Hashim,
The United States of America,
Idris Muhammad,
Niagra,
Lucky Dragons,
Terrestrial Tones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Khruangbin,
Young Marble Giants,
Von Mondo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Colin Newman,
Neu!,
One Last Wish,
Magma,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cramps,
AZ,
Carl Craig,
The Doobie Brothers,
Drexciya,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Swans,
Todd Terry,
F. McDonald,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quantec,
The Monks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neil Young,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ralphi Rosario,
New Order,
The Music Machine,
Davy DMX,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eddi Front,
Anakelly,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Absolute Body Control,
Barry Ungar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Al Stewart,
The Leaves,
K-Klass,
Rekid,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Youth Brigade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cluster,
The Pretty Things,
Royal Trux,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.