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 Palau and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Selecter to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Wolf Eyes,
Bill Near,
Traffic Nightmare,
Erykah Badu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cowsills,
Aloha Tigers,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Bananas,
Slave,
Pharoah Sanders,
Los Fastidios,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gladiators,
The Raincoats,
Sixth Finger,
Thee Headcoats,
Section 25,
Rhythm & Sound,
Agent Orange,
Suicide,
Pierre Henry,
Don Cherry,
Matthew Bourne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Toasters,
Ultra Naté,
Moebius,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Masters at Work,
Harpers Bizarre,
FM Einheit,
Index,
Blake Baxter,
Sister Nancy,
the Normal,
Andrew Hill,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Technova,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bill Wells,
The Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Scrapy,
Sex Pistols,
Lucky Dragons,
Dual Sessions,
Japan,
Mission of Burma,
The Human League,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fatback Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare,
The Cure,
Minor Threat,
Soulsonic Force,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.