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 Tunisia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 David Bowie 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 Bobby Sherman to the grime 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nick Fraelich,
Shuggie Otis,
Judy Mowatt,
Reuben Wilson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joe Smooth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stetsasonic,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Cale,
Crispy Ambulance,
New Age Steppers,
Ludus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mandrill,
Anakelly,
The Moleskins,
The Star Department,
Hashim,
Half Japanese,
MC5,
Crime,
The Raincoats,
Bush Tetras,
Lightning Bolt,
Average White Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boogie Down Productions,
Swell Maps,
China Crisis,
Dave Gahan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roy Ayers,
Jeff Mills,
Jacques Brel,
L. Decosne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grey Daturas,
Godley & Creme,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dead C,
Royal Trux,
Yellowson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minor Threat,
Morten Harket,
Bill Near,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Warren Ellis,
The Dirtbombs,
Monks,
The United States of America,
Popol Vuh,
Oblivians,
The Wake,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.