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 Gabon and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Lee Hazlewood to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Althea and Donna,
Oneida,
Smog,
Brand Nubian,
R.M.O.,
X-102,
Jeff Lynne,
the Association,
The Human League,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Section 25,
Von Mondo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun City Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
Boz Scaggs,
Ohio Players,
Juan Atkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Index,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Magazine,
Steve Hackett,
Icehouse,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Index,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tres Demented,
The Monochrome Set,
Model 500,
Ponytail,
Average White Band,
Maurizio,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Electric Prunes,
Wolf Eyes,
Kas Product,
Moby Grape,
Crooked Eye,
Wally Richardson,
The Remains,
Cheater Slicks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Flag,
Michelle Simonal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scientists,
Lungfish,
Bang On A Can,
X-Ray Spex,
The Red Krayola,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thompson Twins,
Absolute Body Control,
The Selecter,
Fugazi,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.