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 Ecuador and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gang of Four to the rock 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
The Trojans,
Aloha Tigers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joey Negro,
Ludus,
Donny Hathaway,
Soulsonic Force,
Colin Newman,
Neil Young,
Mandrill,
Idris Muhammad,
John Lydon,
Drive Like Jehu,
David Axelrod,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeff Lynne,
The Buckinghams,
Franke,
Charles Mingus,
Circle Jerks,
The Moleskins,
John Cale,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yellowson,
Fluxion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stereo Dub,
The Modern Lovers,
The Wake,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeff Mills,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sugar Minott,
James White and The Blacks,
Main Source,
Con Funk Shun,
Quantec,
Electric Prunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Yazoo,
the Germs,
Outsiders,
Suburban Knight,
Stiv Bators,
Carl Craig,
Section 25,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare,
Delta 5,
Dawn Penn,
Aswad,
Johnny Clarke,
Bootsy Collins,
Depeche Mode,
The New Christs,
Gang Green,
Rakim,
Essential Logic,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.