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 Malawi and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Curtis Mayfield to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Lebanon Hanover,
Todd Terry,
The Index,
Surgeon,
Junior Murvin,
Monks,
The Blackbyrds,
Ken Boothe,
Harry Pussy,
Jacob Miller,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mark Hollis,
Gong,
Pere Ubu,
Aloha Tigers,
Babytalk,
The Barracudas,
L. Decosne,
The Motions,
Animal Collective,
The Slackers,
Faraquet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alison Limerick,
Von Mondo,
Mission of Burma,
The Fugs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quando Quango,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Music Machine,
David Bowie,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Colin Newman,
Bill Near,
The Young Rascals,
The Cramps,
Johnny Clarke,
Glenn Branca,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Television,
The Birthday Party,
Connie Case,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Pus,
The Names,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Youth Brigade,
Suburban Knight,
Average White Band,
Roxy Music,
Skarface,
Bang On A Can,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Electric Prunes,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.