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 Zimbabwe and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Mandrill to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Rosa Yemen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bootsy Collins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scientists,
The Vogues,
Rotary Connection,
Minny Pops,
Altered Images,
Derrick May,
The Residents,
Wolf Eyes,
Niagra,
Gang Gang Dance,
OOIOO,
Moss Icon,
Bill Near,
Hot Snakes,
Marine Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Don Cherry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boz Scaggs,
Ten City,
Easy Going,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sound,
Essential Logic,
UT,
Mandrill,
Nick Fraelich,
Ohio Players,
Albert Ayler,
The Cowsills,
Sixth Finger,
Popol Vuh,
Maurizio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Mills,
Gichy Dan,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
ABC,
Delta 5,
The Slits,
Buzzcocks,
Fad Gadget,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
The Busters,
Massinfluence,
Thompson Twins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-Ray Spex,
Neil Young,
Quando Quango,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric Copeland,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brothers Johnson,
Fluxion,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.