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 Macedonia and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Underground Resistance to the grime 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Black Bananas,
Motorama,
Rapeman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harmonia,
The Birthday Party,
Pussy Galore,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fuzztones,
Flipper,
Jandek,
Judy Mowatt,
Heaven 17,
Hoover,
Eden Ahbez,
Easy Going,
Lungfish,
Donald Byrd,
Idris Muhammad,
The Five Americans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Delta 5,
Mantronix,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Happenings,
Yaz,
Ultravox,
The Pretty Things,
DJ Style,
The Trojans,
Siglo XX,
Curtis Mayfield,
Godley & Creme,
Excepter,
Agent Orange,
The Barracudas,
Tommy Roe,
These Immortal Souls,
Section 25,
Mr. Review,
The Names,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fugs,
Jacob Miller,
Bang On A Can,
Danielle Patucci,
Blancmange,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeff Mills,
Neil Young,
Freddie Wadling,
KRS-One,
John Coltrane,
Kerri Chandler,
Von Mondo,
Carl Craig,
F. McDonald,
The Monochrome Set,
Warsaw,
Junior Murvin,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.