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 Senegal and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Victims to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Agent Orange,
Sight & Sound,
ABC,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Morten Harket,
UT,
Lightning Bolt,
Goldenarms,
Amon Düül,
Bootsy Collins,
Johnny Clarke,
FM Einheit,
Royal Trux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Juan Atkins,
X-102,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eurythmics,
Roxette,
La Düsseldorf,
The Remains,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aaron Thompson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Glenn Branca,
The Tremeloes,
Symarip,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Easy Going,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Association,
Rites of Spring,
Howard Jones,
F. McDonald,
Funky Four + One,
Gabor Szabo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soulsonic Force,
The Divine Comedy,
The Monks,
Stetsasonic,
John Coltrane,
The Angels of Light,
The Detroit Cobras,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scan 7,
The Sound,
The Gories,
Mandrill,
Trumans Water,
Malaria!,
Organ,
Alison Limerick,
Ponytail,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Monochrome Set,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.