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 Barbados and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Slave to the jazz 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
New Order,
Ultravox,
The Offenders,
Dead Boys,
The Sonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minnie Riperton,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deadbeat,
The Durutti Column,
Harmonia,
Neil Young,
Agitation Free,
Shuggie Otis,
Blancmange,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blake Baxter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Intrusion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Half Japanese,
Jesper Dahlback,
Royal Trux,
KRS-One,
Don Cherry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Pus,
ABBA,
Spoonie Gee,
Procol Harum,
Quantec,
Erasure,
DJ Sneak,
Can,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tears for Fears,
Prince Buster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cameo,
Eve St. Jones,
Amon Düül II,
The J.B.'s,
Malaria!,
Ultimate Spinach,
In Retrospect,
Mad Mike,
The Shadows of Knight,
Funkadelic,
Deakin,
Kenny Larkin,
Radio Birdman,
Janne Schatter,
Smog,
Los Fastidios,
Bad Manners,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.