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 Guinea and from Accra.
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 Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 48th St. Collective to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Minnie Riperton,
Schoolly D,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Association,
Ultimate Spinach,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Fania All-Stars,
Royal Trux,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Con Funk Shun,
Lalann,
T.S.O.L.,
Monks,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Görl,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Index,
The Mojo Men,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rapeman,
PIL,
Camouflage,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Derrick May,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ituana,
Country Teasers,
Joe Finger,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed,
Kaleidoscope,
Clear Light,
New Order,
The Mummies,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joe Smooth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fela Kuti,
Infiniti,
Pierre Henry,
the Slits,
Tom Boy,
The Black Dice,
Fear,
Bobby Sherman,
Youth Brigade,
L. Decosne,
Altered Images,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crime,
Marc Almond,
Popol Vuh,
Tubeway Army,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Techniques,
Lou Christie,
Man Parrish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Desert Stars,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.