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 Ghana and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Aural Exciters,
Andrew Hill,
Aswad,
R.M.O.,
Cecil Taylor,
Oblivians,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Underground Resistance,
Faust,
Q and Not U,
Joe Smooth,
Chris & Cosey,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare,
Banda Bassotti,
The Pop Group,
Visage,
Massinfluence,
The Real Kids,
Lower 48,
B.T. Express,
The Stooges,
Fugazi,
ABC,
Nick Fraelich,
Arcadia,
Thee Headcoats,
Joyce Sims,
The Trojans,
The Toasters,
Scott Walker,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eli Mardock,
DJ Sneak,
Warsaw,
Scan 7,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gap Band,
Neil Young,
Minnie Riperton,
Guru Guru,
Jandek,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vainqueur,
Joey Negro,
Minor Threat,
The Grass Roots,
Electric Prunes,
Metal Thangz,
the Normal,
Moby Grape,
Loose Ends,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Carl Craig,
Fatback Band,
Agitation Free,
The Sonics,
Altered Images,
Bauhaus,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.