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 Saudi Arabia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Jerry's Kids to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Bluetip,
John Coltrane,
Nico,
Infiniti,
Robert Görl,
Altered Images,
Negative Approach,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cowsills,
Rekid,
Young Marble Giants,
Piero Umiliani,
Josef K,
Lou Reed,
EPMD,
Guru Guru,
Main Source,
Black Moon,
Blake Baxter,
Eddi Front,
Symarip,
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythm & Sound,
Motorama,
Slick Rick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
A Certain Ratio,
Television,
Das Ding,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wally Richardson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marmalade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Unrelated Segments,
Trumans Water,
Whodini,
Los Fastidios,
The Beau Brummels,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bad Manners,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crash Course in Science,
Simply Red,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gories,
Junior Murvin,
Little Man,
H. Thieme,
The Moody Blues,
Donny Hathaway,
Harry Pussy,
In Retrospect,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kayak,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Music Machine,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.