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 San Marino and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Amazonics to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Animal Collective,
Big Daddy Kane,
Easy Going,
The Angels of Light,
Neil Young,
CMW,
Mark Hollis,
Slave,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fela Kuti,
Q and Not U,
DJ Style,
Pole,
Aswad,
Silicon Teens,
AZ,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bush Tetras,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric Dolphy,
Pierre Henry,
Gabor Szabo,
The Litter,
Hasil Adkins,
T. Rex,
Black Moon,
the Association,
Von Mondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DJ Sneak,
Aloha Tigers,
Janne Schatter,
Public Enemy,
Delta 5,
Skriet,
Barrington Levy,
Wire,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy Collins,
Marc Almond,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Half Japanese,
The Blackbyrds,
Flipper,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Idris Muhammad,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.