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 Mauritania and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 UT to the funk 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Public Enemy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Moon,
Amon Düül,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Joe Smooth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Idris Muhammad,
The Kinks,
Minor Threat,
Funky Four + One,
Sonic Youth,
The Selecter,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Smoke,
Morten Harket,
Skriet,
Sight & Sound,
Can,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fugazi,
The Misunderstood,
Boz Scaggs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Loose Ends,
Eden Ahbez,
The Toasters,
Harry Pussy,
The Dirtbombs,
Bootsy Collins,
Kas Product,
The American Breed,
Alison Limerick,
Scratch Acid,
Inner City,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bill Near,
The Red Krayola,
Isaac Hayes,
Country Teasers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rites of Spring,
The Beau Brummels,
Depeche Mode,
Aswad,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-102,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Andrew Hill,
Suburban Knight,
Kenny Larkin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Franke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Adolescents,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Electric Prunes,
U.S. Maple,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.