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 Laos and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 The Blackbyrds to the jazz 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Bootsy Collins,
Cluster,
Scientists,
Marc Almond,
The New Christs,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Smiths,
The Vogues,
The Kinks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mission of Burma,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Todd Terry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mary Jane Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The J.B.'s,
Absolute Body Control,
Yaz,
Crime,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
ABBA,
Intrusion,
Section 25,
Skaos,
Gichy Dan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Sonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
U.S. Maple,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sound,
The Moleskins,
Swell Maps,
Agitation Free,
Traffic Nightmare,
Motorama,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mantronix,
Josef K,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jandek,
These Immortal Souls,
Erasure,
The Residents,
OOIOO,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Real Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
Moby Grape,
Graham Central Station,
Lee Hazlewood,
Junior Murvin,
Ten City,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fatback Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Bananas,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.