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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Ultra Naté to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Boogie Down Productions,
Altered Images,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bush Tetras,
CMW,
U.S. Maple,
Los Fastidios,
Bronski Beat,
Marc Almond,
Urselle,
Anthony Braxton,
Moebius,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-102,
Eli Mardock,
Excepter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Intrusion,
Anakelly,
The Invisible,
Max Romeo,
Quadrant,
Half Japanese,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Schoolly D,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lyres,
Interpol,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Erasure,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
K-Klass,
Technova,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Desert Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roxy Music,
Outsiders,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare,
Shoche,
Dawn Penn,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barrington Levy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Hood,
Jerry's Kids,
June of 44,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pantytec,
The United States of America,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.