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 Philippines and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sixth Finger to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
The Kinks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yazoo,
Maurizio,
Blossom Toes,
Q65,
New York Dolls,
The Residents,
Skriet,
kango's stein massive,
Ultra Naté,
Smog,
L. Decosne,
This Heat,
The Barracudas,
Davy DMX,
Archie Shepp,
Rotary Connection,
Mad Mike,
U.S. Maple,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Drexciya,
Bush Tetras,
Bad Manners,
The Associates,
Masters at Work,
Bronski Beat,
Angry Samoans,
Max Romeo,
Anakelly,
The Fuzztones,
Section 25,
The Busters,
Don Cherry,
CMW,
Tom Boy,
Magma,
Camberwell Now,
Unwound,
Pole,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Pus,
Dual Sessions,
B.T. Express,
Rites of Spring,
David Axelrod,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Flag,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Freddie Wadling,
Albert Ayler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lalo Schifrin,
DJ Style,
Public Enemy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.