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 United States and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
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 oboe 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Wire,
Dawn Penn,
Glenn Branca,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sonics,
The Kinks,
48th St. Collective,
Yaz,
Thee Headcoats,
Youth Brigade,
David Bowie,
Kenny Larkin,
Tom Boy,
Stereo Dub,
Flash Fearless,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Holt,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker,
the Slits,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Hood,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Michelle Simonal,
The Zeros,
Los Fastidios,
David McCallum,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Faust,
Nico,
Sight & Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Godley & Creme,
Surgeon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crispian St. Peters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Basic Channel,
Cal Tjader,
Guru Guru,
Royal Trux,
The Last Poets,
Wally Richardson,
Qualms,
Pierre Henry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mary Jane Girls,
Darondo,
The Cowsills,
Kerri Chandler,
Lower 48,
Slick Rick,
Idris Muhammad,
Magazine,
Jawbox,
Rapeman,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.