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 Belarus and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rod Modell to the electroclash 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum,
A Certain Ratio,
Cluster,
Accadde A,
F. McDonald,
Eli Mardock,
Maurizio,
Can,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pharoah Sanders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Parry Music,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minnie Riperton,
FM Einheit,
JFA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hasil Adkins,
Yazoo,
The Techniques,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ten City,
One Last Wish,
Monolake,
The Music Machine,
UT,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Spoonie Gee,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minny Pops,
Amazonics,
Trumans Water,
Malaria!,
Vainqueur,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Last Poets,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Near,
Joe Finger,
Aloha Tigers,
Tom Boy,
Metal Thangz,
Pierre Henry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kas Product,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Golliwogs,
Nils Olav,
Adolescents,
Flash Fearless,
T. Rex,
New York Dolls,
Rites of Spring,
The Raincoats,
Intrusion,
Severed Heads,
Moebius,
Morten Harket,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.