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 India and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Chrome to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Electric Prunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Fatback Band,
Anakelly,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Easy Going,
Spandau Ballet,
The Neon Judgement,
Can,
Gil Scott Heron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Panda Bear,
Gastr Del Sol,
Prince Buster,
The Skatalites,
Main Source,
The Index,
Oblivians,
The Martian,
Agitation Free,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cure,
the Slits,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
June of 44,
Alton Ellis,
The Leaves,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Siglo XX,
The United States of America,
The Stooges,
Pole,
Erykah Badu,
Max Romeo,
Matthew Bourne,
Blancmange,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Slackers,
Underground Resistance,
T.S.O.L.,
Crooked Eye,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Babytalk,
The Golliwogs,
The Victims,
Hashim,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Vogues,
The New Christs,
Barbara Tucker,
Isaac Hayes,
X-102,
Mark Hollis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rufus Thomas,
Sister Nancy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Essential Logic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.