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 South Africa and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Aswad 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Vainqueur,
Lyres,
Matthew Bourne,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gories,
June of 44,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare,
Carl Craig,
Urselle,
Derrick Morgan,
Cameo,
Charles Mingus,
Cal Tjader,
Fear,
The Leaves,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ituana,
Black Moon,
Oblivians,
The Stooges,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tom Boy,
Donald Byrd,
Sex Pistols,
The Pop Group,
The New Christs,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
H. Thieme,
Grey Daturas,
New Age Steppers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Organ,
Young Marble Giants,
Radiohead,
Malaria!,
Henry Cow,
The J.B.'s,
Camberwell Now,
Sparks,
X-102,
Bang On A Can,
the Germs,
June Days,
Rites of Spring,
Visage,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lalann,
The Standells,
Pere Ubu,
Jandek,
Mo-Dettes,
Sonic Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gregory Isaacs,
R.M.O.,
Ossler,
Donny Hathaway,
The Remains,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.