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 Malta and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Absolute Body Control to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Soft Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gong,
Archie Shepp,
Connie Case,
Gang Green,
Kayak,
Bluetip,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Count Five,
The Trojans,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fuzztones,
Au Pairs,
Echospace,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moody Blues,
Severed Heads,
Scott Walker,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Franke,
Von Mondo,
John Coltrane,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare,
Interpol,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harry Pussy,
Supertramp,
Q65,
David Bowie,
Grey Daturas,
Accadde A,
Kenny Larkin,
Section 25,
Visage,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Model 500,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
MDC,
Sonny Sharrock,
48th St. Collective,
Black Bananas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Young Rascals,
Man Parrish,
Robert Görl,
Graham Central Station,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quantec,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dead C,
The Walker Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Christie,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.