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 Malaysia and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
a-ha,
Lyres,
Jeff Mills,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Toasters,
Index,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Busters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kenny Larkin,
Donald Byrd,
Suicide,
La Düsseldorf,
Minnie Riperton,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Kinks,
Dawn Penn,
China Crisis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Foxx,
The Saints,
Alice Coltrane,
Ludus,
Neil Young,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Anthony Braxton,
The Skatalites,
Pulsallama,
Henry Cow,
Crime,
Banda Bassotti,
Spandau Ballet,
The Litter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amon Düül,
Pierre Henry,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Maleditus Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
ABC,
The United States of America,
Idris Muhammad,
The Seeds,
John Coltrane,
Deadbeat,
Simply Red,
Terry Callier,
JFA,
Toni Rubio,
Heaven 17,
Agitation Free,
Schoolly D,
Mission of Burma,
Mary Jane Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Michelle Simonal,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.