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 Nepal and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ponytail to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fat Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Pus,
The Real Kids,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Names,
Crooked Eye,
Kas Product,
Agitation Free,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young,
Black Bananas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bizarre Inc.,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Five Americans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Association,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pierre Henry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Happenings,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bad Manners,
The Last Poets,
Howard Jones,
The Fall,
Quando Quango,
Flash Fearless,
Cheater Slicks,
F. McDonald,
Main Source,
The Alarm Clocks,
Darondo,
Terry Callier,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-102,
The Selecter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
The Evens,
Jacques Brel,
Todd Terry,
Ultravox,
Spandau Ballet,
Stetsasonic,
Cluster,
Joe Smooth,
Deakin,
Camberwell Now,
Roxette,
Average White Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.