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 Equatorial Guinea and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Hoover to the rap 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Amon Düül II,
Dorothy Ashby,
Malaria!,
The Trojans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jacques Brel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Monochrome Set,
K-Klass,
Glambeats Corp.,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Flag,
Minutemen,
Hot Snakes,
Bill Near,
Lightning Bolt,
Quantec,
The Seeds,
Sarah Menescal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter and Kerry,
the Bar-Kays,
Aloha Tigers,
New Age Steppers,
Masters at Work,
Eve St. Jones,
The Grass Roots,
Judy Mowatt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Residents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fall,
Bluetip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Andrew Hill,
The Motions,
Duran Duran,
Oblivians,
Rapeman,
Harmonia,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare,
The Gladiators,
The Mummies,
The Victims,
Moss Icon,
Deadbeat,
The Invisible,
The Music Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Count Five,
Toni Rubio,
The Moleskins,
Outsiders,
Camouflage,
Pharoah Sanders,
Agitation Free,
John Cale,
Deakin,
Derrick Morgan,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.