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 Panama and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 The Offenders to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Brothers Johnson,
Radiohead,
Young Marble Giants,
Smog,
John Cale,
Traffic Nightmare,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sight & Sound,
The American Breed,
Marine Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Darondo,
The Kinks,
Cybotron,
Accadde A,
Tim Buckley,
Ponytail,
Suicide,
Stetsasonic,
the Germs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The J.B.'s,
Flamin' Groovies,
Carl Craig,
X-102,
Procol Harum,
Roxette,
The Electric Prunes,
The New Christs,
Godley & Creme,
The Divine Comedy,
Fela Kuti,
Gong,
June Days,
D'Angelo,
Marmalade,
Brass Construction,
Mars,
Cameo,
Funkadelic,
Section 25,
James White and The Blacks,
Nirvana,
Zero Boys,
The Real Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
PIL,
Andrew Hill,
Minor Threat,
UT,
This Heat,
Public Enemy,
The Raincoats,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sarah Menescal,
Goldenarms,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yellowson,
Gang Starr,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.