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 East Timor and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 World's Most to the punk 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Don Cherry,
Technova,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Liliput,
Ossler,
Interpol,
The Pretty Things,
Barbara Tucker,
Lower 48,
Black Moon,
Dead Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Niagra,
Judy Mowatt,
Von Mondo,
Stereo Dub,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deadbeat,
Index,
Television,
Andrew Hill,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sound,
DNA,
Byron Stingily,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rapeman,
Boz Scaggs,
Qualms,
Yusef Lateef,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
The Gap Band,
Symarip,
Spoonie Gee,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rotary Connection,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cramps,
The American Breed,
Sound Behaviour,
Magma,
Prince Buster,
The Fortunes,
Kas Product,
Marvin Gaye,
Blake Baxter,
Blossom Toes,
MC5,
Neil Young,
Excepter,
Japan,
Suburban Knight,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-102,
Metal Thangz,
Anakelly,
Soul II Soul,
Pantaleimon,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.