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 Yemen and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 CMW to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Symarip,
Reuben Wilson,
John Foxx,
The Durutti Column,
B.T. Express,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gichy Dan,
X-Ray Spex,
Sound Behaviour,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flash Fearless,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Reagan Youth,
Pere Ubu,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stetsasonic,
Grauzone,
Black Pus,
Rites of Spring,
Royal Trux,
Crooked Eye,
Ituana,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Lydon,
Sixth Finger,
The Toasters,
Charles Mingus,
The Selecter,
New Age Steppers,
The Music Machine,
Todd Terry,
Fela Kuti,
Bad Manners,
Erykah Badu,
The Names,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Görl,
Panda Bear,
FM Einheit,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boredoms,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Q and Not U,
Q65,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pagans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pole,
Bush Tetras,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.