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 Georgia and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Sister Nancy to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Johnny Clarke,
Thompson Twins,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Livin' Joy,
Roger Hodgson,
Mr. Review,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Suicide,
Heaven 17,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boredoms,
The Tremeloes,
The Searchers,
Minutemen,
Aural Exciters,
Amon Düül II,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sugar Minott,
Carl Craig,
The Pop Group,
The Mojo Men,
Bang On A Can,
Hasil Adkins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Age Steppers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Warren Ellis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Soft Cell,
Underground Resistance,
Sister Nancy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lakeside,
Jandek,
Dawn Penn,
Agitation Free,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lalo Schifrin,
The New Christs,
Zero Boys,
The Names,
Roxette,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Remains,
Japan,
Davy DMX,
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gerry Rafferty,
Idris Muhammad,
The Skatalites,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.