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 Mauritania and from London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 the Normal to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sexual Harrassment,
China Crisis,
David McCallum,
Skriet,
Eric Dolphy,
Flash Fearless,
Urselle,
Smog,
KRS-One,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roy Ayers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arab on Radar,
The Residents,
Peter and Kerry,
Unrelated Segments,
Public Enemy,
Von Mondo,
Johnny Clarke,
Lightning Bolt,
Jerry's Kids,
Marc Almond,
The New Christs,
New Order,
Don Cherry,
The Evens,
Brass Construction,
Cybotron,
Wally Richardson,
Mission of Burma,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Star Department,
The Moody Blues,
Outsiders,
Todd Terry,
Joe Finger,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Invisible,
The Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Liliput,
Nik Kershaw,
Derrick May,
Minny Pops,
Infiniti,
Siglo XX,
Motorama,
Rapeman,
Bronski Beat,
Archie Shepp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wings,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
The Selecter,
Inner City,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.