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 Libya and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Matthew Halsall,
Nick Fraelich,
The Moody Blues,
Duran Duran,
Icehouse,
The Happenings,
The Pretty Things,
Porter Ricks,
The Divine Comedy,
The Monks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quantec,
Mars,
The Last Poets,
Peter & Gordon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roy Ayers,
Underground Resistance,
Chrome,
Fat Boys,
Subhumans,
Cybotron,
Bauhaus,
Metal Thangz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Leaves,
H. Thieme,
Warsaw,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dave Clark Five,
Junior Murvin,
The Seeds,
Animal Collective,
Sun City Girls,
Ken Boothe,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Sherman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mummies,
The Gun Club,
The Busters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Franke,
48th St. Collective,
Sparks,
Masters at Work,
the Normal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alphaville,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gories,
Moby Grape,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Darondo,
The Barracudas,
Swell Maps,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.