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 Sierra Leone 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Jeru the Damaja to the disco 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric Dolphy,
Eddi Front,
Little Man,
Wolf Eyes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Icehouse,
Jacob Miller,
John Coltrane,
Gang Green,
Sam Rivers,
Nick Fraelich,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Görl,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Slackers,
Jandek,
Arthur Verocai,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Delta 5,
The Fortunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Wire,
Lower 48,
Harmonia,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Red Krayola,
Aswad,
Arcadia,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DJ Style,
Loose Ends,
The Shadows of Knight,
MDC,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter and Kerry,
The Wake,
Youth Brigade,
Cecil Taylor,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Q65,
UT,
Robert Hood,
Aaron Thompson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Buzzcocks,
Anakelly,
Hoover,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Sherman,
The Kinks,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gladiators,
Fad Gadget,
Marvin Gaye,
The Blackbyrds,
Soul II Soul,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.