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 Libya and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Quando Quango to the rap 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
In Retrospect,
Inner City,
Niagra,
Jeff Mills,
Delon & Dalcan,
Intrusion,
Joyce Sims,
Chris Corsano,
Eli Mardock,
cv313,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Urselle,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pylon,
MC5,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Erasure,
Joe Finger,
Malaria!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Bar-Kays,
Dawn Penn,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fire Engines,
Gong,
Mark Hollis,
Lower 48,
Angry Samoans,
Sister Nancy,
Talk Talk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soft Machine,
Cybotron,
Danielle Patucci,
Marc Almond,
Flamin' Groovies,
Funky Four + One,
Skaos,
Lakeside,
Metal Thangz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Groovy Waters,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang of Four,
AZ,
Soulsonic Force,
Sam Rivers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-Ray Spex,
the Normal,
Average White Band,
Sugar Minott,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gun Club,
Fugazi,
Eve St. Jones,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.