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 Guinea and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ronan to the techno 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Cecil Taylor,
Faraquet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed,
Morten Harket,
The Motions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amon Düül II,
Ludus,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Banda Bassotti,
Yusef Lateef,
Pole,
Ken Boothe,
Minny Pops,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boz Scaggs,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cure,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pantytec,
Joyce Sims,
R.M.O.,
The Moody Blues,
Motorama,
The Litter,
48th St. Collective,
Max Romeo,
Schoolly D,
Radiohead,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arab on Radar,
Iggy Pop,
Wings,
Nils Olav,
The Residents,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
a-ha,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alton Ellis,
Popol Vuh,
Byron Stingily,
MC5,
Funkadelic,
Quando Quango,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Livin' Joy,
Alphaville,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hasil Adkins,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.