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 Burkina and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 the Fania All-Stars to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Au Pairs,
Sex Pistols,
New Order,
DJ Style,
D'Angelo,
Zero Boys,
The Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Tremeloes,
Intrusion,
Loose Ends,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harmonia,
Soulsonic Force,
Rakim,
The Motions,
Piero Umiliani,
Gregory Isaacs,
Unrelated Segments,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Standells,
Ludus,
Barbara Tucker,
Derrick May,
Sparks,
The Monks,
Q65,
Royal Trux,
Cal Tjader,
Radiopuhelimet,
Howard Jones,
Scan 7,
Josef K,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Sherman,
Maurizio,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lightning Bolt,
Porter Ricks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fluxion,
Faraquet,
One Last Wish,
Ultravox,
Peter and Kerry,
Nik Kershaw,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Monks,
KRS-One,
Crispy Ambulance,
Carl Craig,
The Moleskins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tomorrow,
The Angels of Light,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.