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 St Lucia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Andrew Hill to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grandmaster Flash,
James White and The Blacks,
Delta 5,
Index,
Joey Negro,
Suicide,
Infiniti,
Arab on Radar,
B.T. Express,
Barrington Levy,
Amazonics,
Vladislav Delay,
Underground Resistance,
Ludus,
Black Pus,
Scan 7,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blancmange,
Isaac Hayes,
Susan Cadogan,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Freddie Wadling,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Human League,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Siglo XX,
The Martian,
Crime,
Popol Vuh,
Yellowson,
Robert Wyatt,
AZ,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fortunes,
This Heat,
David Axelrod,
LL Cool J,
The Trojans,
Tom Boy,
The New Christs,
U.S. Maple,
Absolute Body Control,
Parry Music,
Sällskapet,
Junior Murvin,
Ken Boothe,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Newcleus,
Al Stewart,
Porter Ricks,
The Doors,
Marine Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Los Fastidios,
Alison Limerick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.