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 Turkmenistan and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Index to the punk 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quantec,
Ronnie Foster,
Pylon,
John Holt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camouflage,
Gichy Dan,
Schoolly D,
Panda Bear,
Hot Snakes,
Goldenarms,
Terry Callier,
Rufus Thomas,
Scan 7,
Eric Dolphy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joe Finger,
Graham Central Station,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amon Düül,
Erykah Badu,
D'Angelo,
The Sonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Hood,
Unwound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun Ra,
The Slits,
In Retrospect,
Can,
The Pop Group,
Mr. Review,
Dorothy Ashby,
DJ Sneak,
Sun City Girls,
Gong,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
Minor Threat,
Index,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Byron Stingily,
Yaz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gabor Szabo,
Stiv Bators,
Los Fastidios,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nirvana,
The United States of America,
Fat Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Monochrome Set,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Music Machine,
JFA,
Sparks,
Massinfluence,
Soft Machine,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.