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 Norway and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Erykah Badu to the disco 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Slits,
Schoolly D,
Symarip,
Little Man,
Eli Mardock,
Kas Product,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Trojans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Residents,
The Names,
June of 44,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neil Young,
Ludus,
Brass Construction,
Unwound,
CMW,
Charles Mingus,
Camberwell Now,
Danielle Patucci,
The Stooges,
Gabor Szabo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Godley & Creme,
Janne Schatter,
Sonic Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Happenings,
Sällskapet,
The Cowsills,
Al Stewart,
The Smoke,
The Remains,
Sun City Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultra Naté,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wings,
X-101,
The Doors,
R.M.O.,
The Modern Lovers,
Silicon Teens,
Eurythmics,
Agent Orange,
Drive Like Jehu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.