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 Turkey and from New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Maurizio to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Royal Trux,
Eddi Front,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arcadia,
Ronnie Foster,
Youth Brigade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bronski Beat,
Jawbox,
The Mummies,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tres Demented,
New York Dolls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Iggy Pop,
Monks,
The Move,
Khruangbin,
Model 500,
The Music Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Q and Not U,
The Misunderstood,
Isaac Hayes,
Reagan Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun City Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Motorama,
Mad Mike,
Fad Gadget,
Wings,
The Monks,
Suburban Knight,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vladislav Delay,
John Lydon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sight & Sound,
One Last Wish,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hot Snakes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boogie Down Productions,
10cc,
Can,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marc Almond,
H. Thieme,
Tubeway Army,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nas,
Organ,
Scratch Acid,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.