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 Solomon Islands and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Drive Like Jehu to the jazz 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Jeff Lynne,
Spoonie Gee,
Livin' Joy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Clarke,
Little Man,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bauhaus,
Liliput,
Crispian St. Peters,
Electric Prunes,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Christie,
Smog,
Neil Young,
Dawn Penn,
The Trojans,
Kayak,
Angry Samoans,
Jawbox,
T.S.O.L.,
Laurel Aitken,
ABC,
the Normal,
Ludus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Magma,
Darondo,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Buckinghams,
Babytalk,
The Wake,
Unrelated Segments,
Harpers Bizarre,
Qualms,
X-101,
Nas,
Young Marble Giants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barbara Tucker,
Sandy B,
Pylon,
Joy Division,
L. Decosne,
Brand Nubian,
The Real Kids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roy Ayers,
Sun Ra,
The Kinks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arcadia,
Boredoms,
Groovy Waters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pharoah Sanders,
Freddie Wadling,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.