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 Norway and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Easy Going to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Pierre Henry,
The Blackbyrds,
Minny Pops,
Yazoo,
Grauzone,
Vainqueur,
Gerry Rafferty,
Monolake,
Lou Christie,
Skriet,
New Age Steppers,
Minnie Riperton,
The Saints,
The Count Five,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Television Personalities,
Drexciya,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
The Offenders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chrome,
Excepter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
These Immortal Souls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-101,
T.S.O.L.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scientists,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Siglo XX,
Kerrie Biddell,
Spandau Ballet,
Q65,
Swell Maps,
Idris Muhammad,
Banda Bassotti,
Flash Fearless,
Sound Behaviour,
Public Enemy,
Angry Samoans,
Iggy Pop,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Electric Prunes,
Eve St. Jones,
Lower 48,
Bang On A Can,
Maurizio,
Bush Tetras,
Sister Nancy,
Metal Thangz,
Junior Murvin,
T. Rex,
Eden Ahbez,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.