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 Kosovo and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 David Bowie 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane 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?
Outsiders,
The Searchers,
Kerri Chandler,
Public Enemy,
Robert Wyatt,
The Last Poets,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scan 7,
Minor Threat,
Technova,
Terrestrial Tones,
One Last Wish,
Mission of Burma,
Chris Corsano,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moebius,
Tears for Fears,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fuzztones,
KRS-One,
John Coltrane,
Sun City Girls,
Scion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amon Düül,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arthur Verocai,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neu!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gap Band,
Nik Kershaw,
The Golliwogs,
The Doors,
Gichy Dan,
Rufus Thomas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Desert Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Excepter,
Blake Baxter,
Half Japanese,
Tom Boy,
the Sonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skarface,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mummies,
Oblivians,
The Gories,
Ituana,
Soul II Soul,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.