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 Belize and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Scratch Acid to the rock 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Roxy Music,
Spoonie Gee,
Fugazi,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Accadde A,
Wasted Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kenny Larkin,
Deepchord,
Scientists,
the Swans,
KRS-One,
Lyres,
China Crisis,
Amazonics,
Porter Ricks,
Grey Daturas,
the Bar-Kays,
MC5,
Parry Music,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pussy Galore,
The Beau Brummels,
Talk Talk,
Panda Bear,
Procol Harum,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Todd Terry,
The Human League,
Iggy Pop,
Dave Gahan,
the Germs,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Faraquet,
The Invisible,
Crime,
kango's stein massive,
Lee Hazlewood,
MDC,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gories,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aswad,
Wings,
Skaos,
Kurtis Blow,
Donny Hathaway,
The Pop Group,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harry Pussy,
Mo-Dettes,
Qualms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Litter,
Dawn Penn,
Matthew Halsall,
Interpol,
The Monks,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.