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 Hungary and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the dance 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Bobby Byrd,
Marmalade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Invisible,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
MDC,
Television Personalities,
Rekid,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Dark Day,
Carl Craig,
Alison Limerick,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wally Richardson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
UT,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Searchers,
Pantytec,
Icehouse,
Yellowson,
Fear,
One Last Wish,
Nas,
The Index,
Hashim,
Barry Ungar,
Joyce Sims,
Section 25,
Brand Nubian,
Soulsonic Force,
Amon Düül,
Rufus Thomas,
Eve St. Jones,
EPMD,
the Sonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Nils Olav,
David McCallum,
The Techniques,
The Skatalites,
H. Thieme,
Jawbox,
The Busters,
Joey Negro,
The Pop Group,
Joe Finger,
Scrapy,
A Certain Ratio,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Beau Brummels,
Ralphi Rosario,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric Copeland,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.