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 Haiti and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Ronan,
The Dirtbombs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Parry Music,
Pussy Galore,
June Days,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deepchord,
Simply Red,
Flipper,
One Last Wish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Toni Rubio,
Morten Harket,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pantytec,
Bill Wells,
Black Bananas,
Angry Samoans,
The Fire Engines,
Das Ding,
Ohio Players,
The Last Poets,
Anakelly,
Howard Jones,
Quando Quango,
Clear Light,
Bluetip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Duran Duran,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter and Kerry,
Eden Ahbez,
Monolake,
Radiohead,
Sugar Minott,
The Fortunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kenny Larkin,
The Pop Group,
Con Funk Shun,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mars,
Circle Jerks,
The Cure,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fugs,
The Black Dice,
Boogie Down Productions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Moon,
The Young Rascals,
Marc Almond,
Interpol,
Section 25,
Davy DMX,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.