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 Guyana and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 Lucky Dragons 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Althea and Donna,
The Standells,
Television Personalities,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dennis Brown,
The Dirtbombs,
Roxy Music,
Infiniti,
Alice Coltrane,
MC5,
cv313,
The Sonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Idris Muhammad,
Khruangbin,
The Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erasure,
E-Dancer,
Visage,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mantronix,
Intrusion,
James White and The Blacks,
the Swans,
Lyres,
Make Up,
Jerry's Kids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
U.S. Maple,
Unrelated Segments,
Bill Wells,
Fluxion,
Whodini,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crash Course in Science,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Negative Approach,
Joensuu 1685,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sugar Minott,
Aswad,
The Fugs,
Deadbeat,
Tears for Fears,
the Slits,
Alton Ellis,
The Blues Magoos,
Mo-Dettes,
D'Angelo,
Ronnie Foster,
The J.B.'s,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ten City,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Moon,
Inner City,
Stereo Dub,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.