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 Seychelles and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pop Group to the rap 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
The Busters,
Guru Guru,
Junior Murvin,
Isaac Hayes,
Soulsonic Force,
The Electric Prunes,
Lalann,
The Cramps,
Black Bananas,
Ultra Naté,
Eve St. Jones,
Fugazi,
The Five Americans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Model 500,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Golliwogs,
Faraquet,
Scientists,
Barbara Tucker,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minny Pops,
Deakin,
Drexciya,
One Last Wish,
Khruangbin,
The Stooges,
Bluetip,
Wasted Youth,
Glenn Branca,
The Vogues,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gap Band,
The Martian,
ABBA,
This Heat,
Todd Rundgren,
Sister Nancy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bob Dylan,
The Durutti Column,
DNA,
Motorama,
Marc Almond,
Maurizio,
Wire,
Pantytec,
Cecil Taylor,
Kaleidoscope,
Sandy B,
Mr. Review,
AZ,
The United States of America,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Frankie Knuckles,
Letta Mbulu,
Crime,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.