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 Grenada and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
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 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 Bob Dylan to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crime,
Scrapy,
The Moody Blues,
Pantaleimon,
The Leaves,
Alphaville,
The Monks,
Donny Hathaway,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Invisible,
Sonny Sharrock,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ornette Coleman,
Cecil Taylor,
The Knickerbockers,
Hasil Adkins,
Dual Sessions,
One Last Wish,
Cybotron,
Kas Product,
Gichy Dan,
Camberwell Now,
Letta Mbulu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fugazi,
Magma,
Reuben Wilson,
The Searchers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Doors,
Flash Fearless,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minnie Riperton,
ABBA,
Connie Case,
Unrelated Segments,
Altered Images,
Lightning Bolt,
Alton Ellis,
Swell Maps,
PIL,
cv313,
Y Pants,
Sarah Menescal,
Yaz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bluetip,
David Bowie,
KRS-One,
Sun Ra,
John Holt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marcia Griffiths,
This Heat,
Roy Ayers,
Scan 7,
Interpol,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry's Kids,
The Litter,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.