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 Tanzania and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Skatalites to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Nas,
Pere Ubu,
Black Pus,
Clear Light,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Germs,
Gabor Szabo,
The Saints,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fall,
Joensuu 1685,
Malaria!,
OOIOO,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Grass Roots,
CMW,
Black Flag,
10cc,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pussy Galore,
Lyres,
Gregory Isaacs,
New York Dolls,
Rapeman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mission of Burma,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Severed Heads,
Skriet,
Public Enemy,
Roger Hodgson,
Chrome,
Sandy B,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Agitation Free,
The Buckinghams,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moss Icon,
the Normal,
Technova,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Victims,
Chris Corsano,
Kaleidoscope,
Brothers Johnson,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Görl,
Girls At Our Best!,
Piero Umiliani,
Glenn Branca,
Funkadelic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spoonie Gee,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cramps,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tubeway Army,
Joyce Sims,
The Cowsills,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.