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 Djibouti and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cal Tjader to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Audionom,
Kenny Larkin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Janne Schatter,
Index,
PIL,
Lyres,
X-102,
Nas,
The Wake,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Man Parrish,
The Five Americans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Newcleus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Faraquet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Prince Buster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Loose Ends,
the Human League,
Sällskapet,
Swell Maps,
Kaleidoscope,
Camouflage,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
ABBA,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Section 25,
David Bowie,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Interpol,
cv313,
Average White Band,
The Grass Roots,
Sarah Menescal,
China Crisis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marmalade,
Aaron Thompson,
Gabor Szabo,
Andrew Hill,
Das Ding,
Rufus Thomas,
Rapeman,
Mark Hollis,
Skarface,
Scratch Acid,
The Standells,
the Germs,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.