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 Grenada and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Faraquet to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Bill Near,
Laurel Aitken,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Idris Muhammad,
Matthew Bourne,
The Invisible,
Davy DMX,
Charles Mingus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Average White Band,
Magma,
Mandrill,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Walker Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Zero Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Oblivians,
Joy Division,
Sound Behaviour,
Lower 48,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Essential Logic,
The Kinks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deepchord,
Warren Ellis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Liliput,
Lou Reed,
Rekid,
Big Daddy Kane,
New York Dolls,
Pantytec,
Accadde A,
Young Marble Giants,
48th St. Collective,
Spandau Ballet,
John Coltrane,
Ludus,
The Litter,
Faust,
Warsaw,
Robert Hood,
Gichy Dan,
Whodini,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
JFA,
FM Einheit,
Circle Jerks,
Chrome,
Sällskapet,
Pole,
The Gladiators,
Nico,
The Grass Roots,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joe Smooth,
Can,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.