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 the UAE and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ludus to the rock 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Funky Four + One,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dark Day,
Oneida,
the Germs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zero Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Negative Approach,
Man Parrish,
A Certain Ratio,
Panda Bear,
Rapeman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skarface,
The Fugs,
Bang On A Can,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultra Naté,
Jeru the Damaja,
AZ,
Prince Buster,
Erykah Badu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
World's Most,
Siglo XX,
The Skatalites,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Loose Ends,
the Bar-Kays,
Aswad,
PIL,
Roxette,
Ituana,
The Victims,
Japan,
Spoonie Gee,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Procol Harum,
Skaos,
The Residents,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick Morgan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rotary Connection,
Soulsonic Force,
New York Dolls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Vogues,
Bobby Sherman,
Yellowson,
Scion,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bauhaus,
X-102,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris Corsano,
Metal Thangz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arcadia,
Robert Hood,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.