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 Russia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barracudas to the grunge 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Sällskapet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New Order,
Brass Construction,
Mad Mike,
Young Marble Giants,
The Raincoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
Spoonie Gee,
New York Dolls,
The Remains,
Glenn Branca,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dead C,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jimmy McGriff,
Unwound,
EPMD,
Quando Quango,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
World's Most,
Johnny Clarke,
Cymande,
Crooked Eye,
Peter and Kerry,
The Beau Brummels,
Sonny Sharrock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scan 7,
Khruangbin,
Stetsasonic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Byron Stingily,
Jacob Miller,
Scion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barrington Levy,
The Vogues,
Suicide,
Yellowson,
The Selecter,
Robert Hood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Matthew Halsall,
B.T. Express,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eve St. Jones,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Slits,
Ohio Players,
Royal Trux,
Hashim,
Duran Duran,
MC5,
Gang Gang Dance,
JFA,
E-Dancer,
Todd Rundgren,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.