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 United Kingdom and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 The Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nation of Ulysses,
LL Cool J,
The Smoke,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric Dolphy,
Yellowson,
Deadbeat,
The Trojans,
Whodini,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alice Coltrane,
ABC,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dead Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gun Club,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tres Demented,
MDC,
Robert Hood,
Procol Harum,
Idris Muhammad,
Cluster,
Loose Ends,
Motorama,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Drexciya,
Buzzcocks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jawbox,
New Age Steppers,
Dennis Brown,
Panda Bear,
T. Rex,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeff Lynne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Angels of Light,
The Evens,
Magma,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Shuggie Otis,
Young Marble Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter and Kerry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Depeche Mode,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camberwell Now,
Skaos,
Godley & Creme,
Drive Like Jehu,
Funky Four + One,
K-Klass,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.