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 Germany and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Supertramp to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Suicide,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Sheep,
Sixth Finger,
The Music Machine,
Max Romeo,
the Germs,
E-Dancer,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dave Gahan,
Curtis Mayfield,
DJ Style,
Basic Channel,
Kerri Chandler,
The J.B.'s,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dennis Brown,
Jandek,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Martian,
Cameo,
the Swans,
Nas,
The Star Department,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New Age Steppers,
Essential Logic,
Jerry's Kids,
Anakelly,
Thompson Twins,
Gichy Dan,
June Days,
Cal Tjader,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sugar Minott,
Letta Mbulu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ludus,
Crime,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Leaves,
The Standells,
Gabor Szabo,
Lower 48,
Neu!,
Mission of Burma,
The New Christs,
Soulsonic Force,
Crispy Ambulance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Lalann,
Marvin Gaye,
The Monks,
Ituana,
KRS-One,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.