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 Montenegro and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
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 güiro 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 Eden Ahbez to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Accadde A,
Idris Muhammad,
John Coltrane,
Amazonics,
Funky Four + One,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Patti Smith,
Robert Hood,
Wings,
Slave,
Bauhaus,
Cymande,
The Angels of Light,
Cheater Slicks,
Skarface,
Franke,
The Mummies,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fugs,
Max Romeo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wolf Eyes,
Hasil Adkins,
Von Mondo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Skatalites,
The Smiths,
Bush Tetras,
Aswad,
Neu!,
X-101,
ABBA,
Ohio Players,
Nick Fraelich,
Television Personalities,
Donny Hathaway,
One Last Wish,
Vainqueur,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Das Ding,
Barrington Levy,
Pussy Galore,
The Grass Roots,
Alice Coltrane,
Scientists,
Laurel Aitken,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare,
Brand Nubian,
Glambeats Corp.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Urselle,
Anakelly,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Leaves,
Electric Prunes,
The Happenings,
Grandmaster Flash,
Monks,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.