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 Italy and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 X-101 to the jazz 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Loose Ends,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alison Limerick,
Depeche Mode,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hardrive,
The Saints,
Bobby Sherman,
Agent Orange,
Delon & Dalcan,
JFA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tres Demented,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Steve Hackett,
kango's stein massive,
Animal Collective,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Pretty Things,
Peter & Gordon,
Faust,
Yellowson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang of Four,
Smog,
Quadrant,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Silicon Teens,
New Age Steppers,
Skarface,
MC5,
Davy DMX,
The Techniques,
T. Rex,
Jeff Lynne,
The Standells,
Pet Shop Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Moebius,
Crash Course in Science,
Funky Four + One,
48th St. Collective,
Sister Nancy,
Soulsonic Force,
Alton Ellis,
The Modern Lovers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amon Düül,
The Slackers,
Audionom,
Black Moon,
David Axelrod,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lower 48,
Roxy Music,
Second Layer,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.