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 Iceland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lalo Schifrin,
Livin' Joy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Symarip,
Funky Four + One,
Nils Olav,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sarah Menescal,
Skarface,
Mantronix,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Flag,
Dead Boys,
Marmalade,
Con Funk Shun,
Lee Hazlewood,
48th St. Collective,
the Slits,
Q and Not U,
Gong,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kas Product,
Sexual Harrassment,
MDC,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric Dolphy,
Mars,
F. McDonald,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kenny Larkin,
Prince Buster,
Erasure,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Reagan Youth,
Boredoms,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ludus,
Ornette Coleman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultravox,
New Order,
Little Man,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Starr,
Intrusion,
Icehouse,
Rhythm & Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mummies,
Wally Richardson,
Crooked Eye,
Wolf Eyes,
The Selecter,
The Mojo Men,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.