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 Egypt and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Goldenarms to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bush Tetras,
R.M.O.,
Fear,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brand Nubian,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter & Gordon,
Yusef Lateef,
Althea and Donna,
Andrew Hill,
Talk Talk,
Alison Limerick,
The Wake,
Terrestrial Tones,
Essential Logic,
Soulsonic Force,
Visage,
Camouflage,
Max Romeo,
Isaac Hayes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kas Product,
Nico,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hasil Adkins,
B.T. Express,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Todd Terry,
Japan,
Kayak,
Stetsasonic,
Los Fastidios,
Junior Murvin,
Hashim,
John Lydon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pylon,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Standells,
Robert Görl,
Pulsallama,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bob Dylan,
The Trojans,
Main Source,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Martian,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dennis Brown,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Pop Group,
Black Flag,
Funkadelic,
Reuben Wilson,
Brothers Johnson,
Eve St. Jones,
Electric Prunes,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.