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 Sweden and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Al Stewart to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hasil Adkins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bill Wells,
Isaac Hayes,
Mantronix,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Slave,
The Moleskins,
Radio Birdman,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sparks,
Blake Baxter,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Starr,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tres Demented,
The Remains,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Inner City,
The Cowsills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Japan,
Rakim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fear,
Thee Headcoats,
Kerri Chandler,
Althea and Donna,
Moss Icon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bauhaus,
Leonard Cohen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Tremeloes,
Patti Smith,
Rapeman,
The Names,
Eddi Front,
Aaron Thompson,
Angry Samoans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jandek,
Hardrive,
The Black Dice,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mojo Men,
Basic Channel,
Symarip,
X-101,
John Foxx,
The J.B.'s,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Los Fastidios,
Little Man,
Lalann,
Minnie Riperton,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.