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 Laos and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Nils Olav to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Warren Ellis,
Gabor Szabo,
Matthew Bourne,
Pussy Galore,
Ralphi Rosario,
Reagan Youth,
Q and Not U,
Gerry Rafferty,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kaleidoscope,
Donald Byrd,
Gichy Dan,
Television,
JFA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pere Ubu,
The Kinks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Funkadelic,
The Happenings,
Frankie Knuckles,
Funky Four + One,
Crooked Eye,
The Selecter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alison Limerick,
Trumans Water,
Gang Starr,
Delta 5,
Motorama,
The Seeds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fugazi,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sparks,
FM Einheit,
Flamin' Groovies,
Underground Resistance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare,
The New Christs,
The Modern Lovers,
DJ Style,
The Cramps,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Section 25,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kevin Saunderson,
Juan Atkins,
Radio Birdman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
June Days,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.