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 Lithuania and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eli Mardock to the electroclash 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Heaven 17,
8 Eyed Spy,
Audionom,
The Happenings,
Echospace,
Blossom Toes,
Spandau Ballet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Connie Case,
Cheater Slicks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Idris Muhammad,
the Human League,
The Dead C,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fugs,
Swans,
The Leaves,
Robert Görl,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flipper,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultra Naté,
L. Decosne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Sherman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Derrick May,
Gang Green,
Henry Cow,
H. Thieme,
Tom Boy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Moon,
the Sonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barbara Tucker,
Rites of Spring,
Junior Murvin,
Maleditus Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roger Hodgson,
Pulsallama,
Bill Wells,
Babytalk,
Lakeside,
Severed Heads,
The Seeds,
Bootsy Collins,
Wally Richardson,
Josef K,
Jawbox,
Ohio Players,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Little Man,
Crooked Eye,
Camouflage,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun City Girls,
The Moleskins,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.