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 Nauru and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 the Association to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Music Machine,
One Last Wish,
Inner City,
Neil Young,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Leaves,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Fraelich,
OOIOO,
Roy Ayers,
X-102,
Outsiders,
Sun Ra,
Faraquet,
Rekid,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Green,
FM Einheit,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Dolphy,
Stereo Dub,
Janne Schatter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alice Coltrane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang of Four,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Teasers,
Suburban Knight,
The Five Americans,
Scion,
Pulsallama,
The Gories,
The Remains,
Funkadelic,
Don Cherry,
Babytalk,
Fear,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skaos,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quando Quango,
Lucky Dragons,
Sällskapet,
Moby Grape,
Josef K,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The American Breed,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cybotron,
Chrome,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Smiths,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Swans,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.