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 Swaziland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the funk 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Malaria!,
cv313,
Robert Görl,
Niagra,
Eric Copeland,
Fear,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hardrive,
Vainqueur,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Saints,
Roger Hodgson,
Jesper Dahlback,
PIL,
Echospace,
The Neon Judgement,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Funky Four + One,
Cluster,
Nick Fraelich,
CMW,
Marvin Gaye,
The Human League,
Aswad,
The Names,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Connie Case,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nils Olav,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Intrusion,
Wings,
Godley & Creme,
Royal Trux,
Warren Ellis,
Surgeon,
Saccharine Trust,
Deepchord,
The Modern Lovers,
Crooked Eye,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Panda Bear,
The Cure,
Charles Mingus,
The Pretty Things,
Magazine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roxy Music,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bush Tetras,
Unrelated Segments,
Basic Channel,
Lalann,
Spandau Ballet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeff Mills,
Barbara Tucker,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.