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 Panama and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Robert Wyatt to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Grass Roots,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tres Demented,
Black Sheep,
Pierre Henry,
Unrelated Segments,
Bootsy Collins,
Scratch Acid,
Soft Cell,
Livin' Joy,
Flipper,
Joy Division,
Icehouse,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thee Headcoats,
Connie Case,
Frankie Knuckles,
Judy Mowatt,
Dark Day,
Parry Music,
Jeff Lynne,
Althea and Donna,
Danielle Patucci,
Joey Negro,
Barbara Tucker,
Hashim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Skatalites,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Groovy Waters,
Pantytec,
Model 500,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blake Baxter,
The Zeros,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Angels of Light,
Prince Buster,
Funkadelic,
The Associates,
June Days,
Fluxion,
Sex Pistols,
Circle Jerks,
Wings,
Lyres,
Vladislav Delay,
A Certain Ratio,
Urselle,
Scrapy,
The Mummies,
Skriet,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.