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 China and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Michael McDonald 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 Marmalade to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Pagans,
Stereo Dub,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Grass Roots,
The New Christs,
Lyres,
Archie Shepp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Black Dice,
Darondo,
Flash Fearless,
Barrington Levy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soulsonic Force,
Symarip,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chris & Cosey,
LL Cool J,
Technova,
Maleditus Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blossom Toes,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moody Blues,
Mo-Dettes,
Eve St. Jones,
Infiniti,
Khruangbin,
Warsaw,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Slackers,
The Gladiators,
Anthony Braxton,
Lee Hazlewood,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Pus,
Q and Not U,
FM Einheit,
The Saints,
Wolf Eyes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soft Cell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Desert Stars,
Howard Jones,
Cal Tjader,
Tomorrow,
Aural Exciters,
H. Thieme,
Chrome,
Icehouse,
Basic Channel,
Hashim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Buckinghams,
The Star Department,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.