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 Guatemala and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Animal Collective to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mantronix,
Grauzone,
Magma,
The Last Poets,
Scientists,
Vainqueur,
Eric Dolphy,
Absolute Body Control,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Smog,
The Durutti Column,
Matthew Halsall,
Alice Coltrane,
Lakeside,
In Retrospect,
The Wake,
T. Rex,
Goldenarms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soul Sonic Force,
Anthony Braxton,
MDC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boz Scaggs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lightning Bolt,
Funky Four + One,
Stetsasonic,
The Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dennis Brown,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Colin Newman,
Intrusion,
FM Einheit,
The Grass Roots,
Henry Cow,
Anakelly,
Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Spoonie Gee,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tommy Roe,
Technova,
The Motions,
Donald Byrd,
DJ Sneak,
Toni Rubio,
Cymande,
John Coltrane,
the Sonics,
Barbara Tucker,
Max Romeo,
Slick Rick,
Ultravox,
Warsaw,
X-101,
CMW,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.