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 Uganda and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Holger Czukay 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 Spoonie Gee to the punk 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru 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?
Sandy B,
Shoche,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aural Exciters,
The Moody Blues,
Davy DMX,
cv313,
Magma,
Brand Nubian,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
China Crisis,
Leonard Cohen,
The Moleskins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Buckinghams,
Masters at Work,
Eden Ahbez,
The Happenings,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ohio Players,
Andrew Hill,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fugazi,
Eve St. Jones,
Negative Approach,
Von Mondo,
Reuben Wilson,
Public Enemy,
The Last Poets,
Radio Birdman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cure,
Connie Case,
Kerri Chandler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Janne Schatter,
Wally Richardson,
Scion,
Bad Manners,
Juan Atkins,
Eric Dolphy,
The Monks,
The American Breed,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cowsills,
Guru Guru,
Nick Fraelich,
Bauhaus,
Toni Rubio,
Ken Boothe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crooked Eye,
John Lydon,
The Black Dice,
Wire,
Swell Maps,
Ornette Coleman,
The Tremeloes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.