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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 In Retrospect to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Pagans,
Popol Vuh,
Supertramp,
L. Decosne,
The Star Department,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Doors,
Bang On A Can,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kas Product,
Hoover,
Fugazi,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Moon,
Echospace,
Technova,
Lou Christie,
Blake Baxter,
The Wake,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grauzone,
Bluetip,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Public Enemy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joe Finger,
Rakim,
The Barracudas,
Dual Sessions,
Nas,
Agent Orange,
The United States of America,
Charles Mingus,
The Slackers,
Nik Kershaw,
Minutemen,
The Gories,
June of 44,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Half Japanese,
Schoolly D,
Pere Ubu,
Reuben Wilson,
Brick,
In Retrospect,
Country Teasers,
Symarip,
Aural Exciters,
Los Fastidios,
The Standells,
Model 500,
Sixth Finger,
Marmalade,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.