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 Norway and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eric Copeland to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
H. Thieme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Magma,
The Happenings,
June of 44,
Bobby Womack,
Das Ding,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Skatalites,
Charles Mingus,
Boz Scaggs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Judy Mowatt,
Excepter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Index,
Animal Collective,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roxette,
Minutemen,
OOIOO,
Kerri Chandler,
Anakelly,
Monolake,
Morten Harket,
The Five Americans,
The Monks,
Hardrive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Newcleus,
The Seeds,
The Associates,
AZ,
Harry Pussy,
Moby Grape,
Yusef Lateef,
Kayak,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Black Dice,
The Tremeloes,
The New Christs,
The Monochrome Set,
Eurythmics,
Suicide,
Eric Copeland,
Barrington Levy,
L. Decosne,
Camouflage,
Lindisfarne,
Nas,
Stiv Bators,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fat Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Angry Samoans,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.