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 Cape Verde and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the crunk 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Marine Girls,
Supertramp,
Little Man,
Unrelated Segments,
Tres Demented,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Qualms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yusef Lateef,
the Swans,
Urselle,
Monks,
The United States of America,
Altered Images,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
U.S. Maple,
The Beau Brummels,
Inner City,
Parry Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moss Icon,
Funky Four + One,
The Barracudas,
Motorama,
Circle Jerks,
Popol Vuh,
Terry Callier,
Eric Copeland,
Pantytec,
Reuben Wilson,
The Index,
ABC,
Harry Pussy,
Judy Mowatt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Coltrane,
The Birthday Party,
Iggy Pop,
Banda Bassotti,
R.M.O.,
Cecil Taylor,
Camberwell Now,
Moebius,
cv313,
Lou Reed,
Tubeway Army,
Loose Ends,
Ponytail,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Electric Prunes,
Ronan,
Archie Shepp,
World's Most,
Section 25,
Godley & Creme,
Ken Boothe,
The Slackers,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.