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 Korea South and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Half Japanese 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Enemy,
Average White Band,
T. Rex,
Ronnie Foster,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dead C,
Deepchord,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter and Kerry,
Rapeman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Section 25,
Whodini,
B.T. Express,
The Techniques,
Soul II Soul,
Young Marble Giants,
John Lydon,
Soft Cell,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Golliwogs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Babytalk,
The American Breed,
Lightning Bolt,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Human League,
Connie Case,
The Real Kids,
Susan Cadogan,
Franke,
Simply Red,
The Toasters,
Leonard Cohen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Green,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sex Pistols,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Pus,
Can,
Kas Product,
Accadde A,
Minor Threat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun City Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
LL Cool J,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Malaria!,
Rekid,
The Skatalites,
Freddie Wadling,
Bronski Beat,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.