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 Indonesia and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Flipper to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Certain Ratio,
Wolf Eyes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sonics,
Groovy Waters,
Deadbeat,
Jawbox,
Spandau Ballet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lee Hazlewood,
Reagan Youth,
Cal Tjader,
Rosa Yemen,
ABBA,
Wasted Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
48th St. Collective,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Todd Rundgren,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Christie,
The Cowsills,
Public Enemy,
Yazoo,
Carl Craig,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Panda Bear,
Inner City,
Television Personalities,
The Dead C,
the Bar-Kays,
Theoretical Girls,
Cameo,
Brand Nubian,
Roy Ayers,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Human League,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tommy Roe,
Roger Hodgson,
Amon Düül,
Darondo,
David Bowie,
Malaria!,
Cecil Taylor,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bronski Beat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ludus,
Newcleus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Move,
Bang On A Can,
Pere Ubu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mummies,
Ken Boothe,
Max Romeo,
H. Thieme,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.