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 Swaziland and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Terry Callier to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
X-101,
Jeff Lynne,
Vainqueur,
OOIOO,
Tommy Roe,
Wasted Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hardrive,
the Soft Cell,
Au Pairs,
Robert Wyatt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Zero Boys,
the Germs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jerry's Kids,
Pierre Henry,
Terry Callier,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Susan Cadogan,
Neu!,
The Music Machine,
The Saints,
Bill Wells,
The Monochrome Set,
Parry Music,
ABBA,
The Walker Brothers,
The Monks,
Stiv Bators,
Lalann,
Ituana,
Marmalade,
Piero Umiliani,
Todd Rundgren,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Blackbyrds,
Bill Near,
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Smoke,
A Certain Ratio,
Isaac Hayes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Pus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Echospace,
Metal Thangz,
Amazonics,
Maurizio,
Faust,
Dave Gahan,
Roy Ayers,
The United States of America,
Derrick May,
Deepchord,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.