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 Australia and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Echospace,
The Leaves,
Mr. Review,
Skriet,
Masters at Work,
Harry Pussy,
Massinfluence,
Qualms,
Cymande,
Excepter,
Index,
Ronan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Flag,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Green,
Delon & Dalcan,
New Age Steppers,
The Litter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Section 25,
Sandy B,
Barbara Tucker,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Magazine,
U.S. Maple,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cluster,
Bob Dylan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Los Fastidios,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Young Marble Giants,
Matthew Halsall,
Mo-Dettes,
Theoretical Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
UT,
Khruangbin,
Kurtis Blow,
Steve Hackett,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Goldenarms,
Funky Four + One,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Hill,
The Moleskins,
Youth Brigade,
Tres Demented,
Bill Near,
The Durutti Column,
Lalo Schifrin,
Smog,
Simply Red,
Flash Fearless,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stereo Dub,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.