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 Togo and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
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 harpsichord 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 Ultramagnetic MC's 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Maleditus Sound,
Slick Rick,
Bauhaus,
Kaleidoscope,
Agitation Free,
Ludus,
JFA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Davy DMX,
Zero Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Sherman,
Reuben Wilson,
Urselle,
Lalann,
Fear,
Mission of Burma,
Faust,
Aural Exciters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vladislav Delay,
The Beau Brummels,
The New Christs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rosa Yemen,
Thee Headcoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
UT,
Essential Logic,
Peter & Gordon,
Isaac Hayes,
Sight & Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wally Richardson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Panda Bear,
Can,
Mr. Review,
Jeff Mills,
Gang Starr,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül,
The Gun Club,
Colin Newman,
Crash Course in Science,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ossler,
The Real Kids,
Jawbox,
a-ha,
The Litter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Blackbyrds,
Cecil Taylor,
Boogie Down Productions,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.