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 Pakistan and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ralphi Rosario to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Ken Boothe,
The Vogues,
The Monks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Invisible,
Joey Negro,
Cheater Slicks,
The Last Poets,
Connie Case,
Khruangbin,
Black Bananas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joe Smooth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brand Nubian,
Magma,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Wyatt,
Aswad,
The Electric Prunes,
Angry Samoans,
Moss Icon,
Slick Rick,
Hardrive,
Franke,
kango's stein massive,
Camberwell Now,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Trojans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Suburban Knight,
Kas Product,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fortunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blake Baxter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lyres,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Standells,
Livin' Joy,
Little Man,
Arcadia,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott Heron,
Freddie Wadling,
Marmalade,
Lower 48,
Donny Hathaway,
Kerrie Biddell,
Duran Duran,
Johnny Clarke,
Todd Rundgren,
Malaria!,
Isaac Hayes,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.