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 Philippines 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Aswad to the jazz 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Bad Manners,
Scientists,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Zapp,
The Skatalites,
Pantytec,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Derrick Morgan,
Todd Rundgren,
John Holt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Derrick May,
Freddie Wadling,
Von Mondo,
Michelle Simonal,
Gichy Dan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bluetip,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Franke,
Wally Richardson,
The Monochrome Set,
Saccharine Trust,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Standells,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
Isaac Hayes,
The Trojans,
Warren Ellis,
Wasted Youth,
Sun City Girls,
Maurizio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Danielle Patucci,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oneida,
The Black Dice,
The Young Rascals,
Mars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mo-Dettes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Interpol,
Laurel Aitken,
The American Breed,
The Associates,
Liliput,
The Fuzztones,
The Vogues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Idris Muhammad,
The New Christs,
Colin Newman,
Andrew Hill,
Sarah Menescal,
Joe Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.