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 Nicaragua and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Ultra Naté,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cramps,
Radiohead,
Piero Umiliani,
Minor Threat,
L. Decosne,
the Normal,
Leonard Cohen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Second Layer,
X-101,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ohio Players,
The J.B.'s,
LL Cool J,
The United States of America,
Ronan,
The Toasters,
Kurtis Blow,
Infiniti,
Sällskapet,
Warsaw,
Altered Images,
Bobby Byrd,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ronnie Foster,
Fluxion,
X-102,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alton Ellis,
The Moleskins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Icehouse,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Section 25,
Maleditus Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Pagans,
Duran Duran,
The Real Kids,
Joe Smooth,
Chrome,
Tubeway Army,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pere Ubu,
Monolake,
Sonny Sharrock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sam Rivers,
The Gories,
The Martian,
Jeff Lynne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Saccharine Trust,
Pussy Galore,
DJ Style,
kango's stein massive,
Don Cherry,
The Angels of Light,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Starr,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.