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 St Lucia and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Minny Pops to the funk 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Terry,
Fugazi,
The Trojans,
Kayak,
X-102,
Reuben Wilson,
Liliput,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Faust,
Heaven 17,
48th St. Collective,
X-Ray Spex,
Popol Vuh,
Roxette,
the Sonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Can,
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Charles Mingus,
Crime,
The Victims,
Symarip,
Jerry's Kids,
Surgeon,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Dorothy Ashby,
Essential Logic,
Wolf Eyes,
Minor Threat,
Chris & Cosey,
The Moody Blues,
Josef K,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
Arthur Verocai,
Freddie Wadling,
John Cale,
Cal Tjader,
FM Einheit,
Joensuu 1685,
Hashim,
Faraquet,
Rakim,
Aural Exciters,
AZ,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sugar Minott,
Guru Guru,
The Associates,
Scan 7,
Shuggie Otis,
Tom Boy,
Mr. Review,
Severed Heads,
Moby Grape,
Mo-Dettes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stiv Bators,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.