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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Motorama to the grunge 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Brass Construction,
Urselle,
Godley & Creme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Junior Murvin,
Sparks,
Loose Ends,
The Mojo Men,
Matthew Halsall,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
10cc,
The Modern Lovers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hoover,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
L. Decosne,
Minny Pops,
Procol Harum,
The J.B.'s,
Freddie Wadling,
Duran Duran,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Groovy Waters,
the Slits,
Camouflage,
Morten Harket,
Skriet,
The Searchers,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Gang Dance,
Liliput,
The Blackbyrds,
MDC,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sam Rivers,
The Fuzztones,
Ludus,
The Real Kids,
Grauzone,
Eddi Front,
Warsaw,
The Neon Judgement,
Porter Ricks,
Black Moon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Letta Mbulu,
Flash Fearless,
The Durutti Column,
Nas,
The Knickerbockers,
Trumans Water,
The Star Department,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kerri Chandler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Henry Cow,
The Techniques,
New York Dolls,
The Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.