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 Belgium and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Japan to the techno 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All UT 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 rock 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
The Invisible,
Silicon Teens,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ten City,
Joe Smooth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camouflage,
Tim Buckley,
Drexciya,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Byrd,
John Foxx,
Stetsasonic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blake Baxter,
Agitation Free,
ABC,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gichy Dan,
Bush Tetras,
Tubeway Army,
Cal Tjader,
Grey Daturas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aural Exciters,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Starr,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tres Demented,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mojo Men,
KRS-One,
The Victims,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ponytail,
World's Most,
The Standells,
Talk Talk,
Bad Manners,
DNA,
Laurel Aitken,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Five Americans,
Alison Limerick,
Blancmange,
Mo-Dettes,
David McCallum,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Massinfluence,
Monolake,
Althea and Donna,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.