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 Kosovo and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Minny Pops to the funk 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vainqueur,
Sandy B,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Beau Brummels,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Invisible,
Easy Going,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mojo Men,
Barrington Levy,
The Kinks,
Drexciya,
10cc,
Isaac Hayes,
Harry Pussy,
Groovy Waters,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeff Mills,
Iggy Pop,
Urselle,
The Busters,
Yaz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blossom Toes,
The Birthday Party,
The Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
These Immortal Souls,
Stetsasonic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Maurizio,
Danielle Patucci,
Fat Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Donald Byrd,
Camouflage,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
The Monochrome Set,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Hood,
Khruangbin,
Nick Fraelich,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hashim,
John Cale,
Adolescents,
Bill Near,
Young Marble Giants,
Nirvana,
the Sonics,
Deakin,
The Divine Comedy,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.