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 Ethiopia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Deakin to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Easy Going,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bob Dylan,
Black Moon,
Simply Red,
Girls At Our Best!,
R.M.O.,
The Martian,
Cluster,
Brass Construction,
Niagra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deakin,
Deepchord,
Robert Wyatt,
The Trojans,
Ponytail,
The Flesh Eaters,
Faust,
Crash Course in Science,
Theoretical Girls,
Qualms,
Mission of Burma,
Minnie Riperton,
Mo-Dettes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Todd Terry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Audionom,
The Barracudas,
Groovy Waters,
Delta 5,
Prince Buster,
Maurizio,
Lungfish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Livin' Joy,
The Kinks,
MDC,
Sun City Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Sherman,
Alton Ellis,
Hoover,
The Human League,
Marine Girls,
Pole,
The Gladiators,
The Offenders,
The Golliwogs,
The Skatalites,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The American Breed,
Suburban Knight,
Tubeway Army,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.