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 Ghana and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Sex Pistols to the disco 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Make Up,
Ituana,
Cameo,
Swans,
F. McDonald,
Peter & Gordon,
Faust,
Reagan Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Carl Craig,
Animal Collective,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Searchers,
Eric Dolphy,
Siglo XX,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marine Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Grauzone,
Susan Cadogan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Warsaw,
Tom Boy,
Wally Richardson,
This Heat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rosa Yemen,
Symarip,
ABBA,
Rotary Connection,
Boredoms,
The Human League,
Aural Exciters,
Shuggie Otis,
Nas,
the Bar-Kays,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Subhumans,
The Durutti Column,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jimmy McGriff,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Icehouse,
Colin Newman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amon Düül II,
The Trojans,
48th St. Collective,
Prince Buster,
Cheater Slicks,
Thee Headcoats,
Bill Near,
Aloha Tigers,
Monolake,
Eve St. Jones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Goldenarms,
Sun Ra,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.