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 Lesotho and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neu!,
Ponytail,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Delta 5,
Stereo Dub,
Yaz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Desert Stars,
Black Flag,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Residents,
David McCallum,
Mr. Review,
The Count Five,
Q65,
Public Enemy,
Half Japanese,
The Trojans,
The Neon Judgement,
Scion,
LL Cool J,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David Bowie,
Sam Rivers,
Al Stewart,
The Fire Engines,
Reuben Wilson,
Simply Red,
Cal Tjader,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispy Ambulance,
Unrelated Segments,
Altered Images,
The Invisible,
Man Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Michelle Simonal,
Soul II Soul,
La Düsseldorf,
Marcia Griffiths,
AZ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masters at Work,
Janne Schatter,
Arcadia,
The Doobie Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cybotron,
John Cale,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grey Daturas,
Hoover,
Television,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thee Headcoats,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.