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 Tonga and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Alton Ellis to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kas Product,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fortunes,
Mark Hollis,
The Names,
Godley & Creme,
the Soft Cell,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Sherman,
the Bar-Kays,
The Smoke,
Deakin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stetsasonic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Unwound,
Rapeman,
Toni Rubio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Associates,
Joey Negro,
Robert Wyatt,
Scion,
Intrusion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barry Ungar,
Khruangbin,
Dave Gahan,
Radiohead,
10cc,
The Stooges,
Electric Prunes,
The Residents,
Scan 7,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Beau Brummels,
T. Rex,
Make Up,
Bill Near,
Grey Daturas,
ABBA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lower 48,
Japan,
The Toasters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rites of Spring,
CMW,
Circle Jerks,
Banda Bassotti,
Byron Stingily,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blake Baxter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gichy Dan,
The Human League,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skriet,
Country Teasers,
Severed Heads,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.