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 Niger and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Darondo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Pantytec,
Spoonie Gee,
Wire,
The Count Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Amon Düül,
Sam Rivers,
Circle Jerks,
E-Dancer,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gichy Dan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cluster,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eurythmics,
Vladislav Delay,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nik Kershaw,
Dawn Penn,
Skaos,
AZ,
Roxette,
The Mojo Men,
Procol Harum,
Deakin,
The Standells,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gories,
Faraquet,
The Blues Magoos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Vogues,
Bang On A Can,
Half Japanese,
Peter & Gordon,
The Invisible,
Junior Murvin,
Scientists,
Boz Scaggs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Flag,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cecil Taylor,
Wolf Eyes,
The Electric Prunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Underground Resistance,
Hashim,
Rod Modell,
China Crisis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Derrick Morgan,
Japan,
Alice Coltrane,
Johnny Clarke,
Fatback Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
kango's stein massive,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.