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 India and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Holger Czukay 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 a-ha to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Index,
The Count Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
Babytalk,
Rakim,
Erykah Badu,
Make Up,
Depeche Mode,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Metal Thangz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Symarip,
Wally Richardson,
H. Thieme,
Warren Ellis,
Arab on Radar,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nas,
ABC,
Fela Kuti,
The Angels of Light,
Joey Negro,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cameo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Swans,
PIL,
Interpol,
Black Flag,
F. McDonald,
Bang On A Can,
Maurizio,
Buzzcocks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grauzone,
The Monks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-102,
Black Pus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kaleidoscope,
Piero Umiliani,
Joe Smooth,
Eddi Front,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Christie,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brothers Johnson,
Popol Vuh,
Mandrill,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.