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 Malawi and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Youth Brigade to the jazz 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Jerry's Kids,
Shoche,
Deakin,
Smog,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Knickerbockers,
Zapp,
Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Reuben Wilson,
Y Pants,
Terrestrial Tones,
Donny Hathaway,
Drexciya,
Fad Gadget,
Bill Wells,
David Bowie,
Black Moon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-101,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Moleskins,
the Sonics,
The Standells,
Tomorrow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oblivians,
Harmonia,
China Crisis,
Maurizio,
The Dirtbombs,
T.S.O.L.,
JFA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Niagra,
Aural Exciters,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Green,
Stockholm Monsters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kerri Chandler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hardrive,
Idris Muhammad,
Minutemen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Albert Ayler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minnie Riperton,
the Human League,
The Slits,
Yaz,
Charles Mingus,
The Pop Group,
Chris Corsano,
John Lydon,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.