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 Uzbekistan and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Mummies 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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Rotary Connection,
Sex Pistols,
The Kinks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Pus,
Terry Callier,
Reuben Wilson,
Sonic Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arab on Radar,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Beau Brummels,
Deadbeat,
Technova,
The Motions,
Gong,
Pulsallama,
Goldenarms,
Y Pants,
Curtis Mayfield,
L. Decosne,
Ice-T,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minor Threat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scan 7,
Japan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fatback Band,
Moss Icon,
Jerry's Kids,
a-ha,
Mars,
Yusef Lateef,
Anakelly,
The Names,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter and Kerry,
The Residents,
Bob Dylan,
Banda Bassotti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Shoche,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cecil Taylor,
Janne Schatter,
X-102,
Kayak,
Crooked Eye,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Womack,
Roger Hodgson,
Gabor Szabo,
Minny Pops,
Man Parrish,
Ludus,
James White and The Blacks,
Bill Wells,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronnie Foster,
Popol Vuh,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.