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 Thailand and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the crunk 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Pantaleimon,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fela Kuti,
Colin Newman,
Anakelly,
The Cramps,
The Knickerbockers,
Sight & Sound,
the Association,
F. McDonald,
Carl Craig,
Tommy Roe,
Gong,
Flipper,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Desert Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Kinks,
Supertramp,
Wally Richardson,
Thee Headcoats,
Jawbox,
Marvin Gaye,
Cybotron,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Selecter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fear,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Can,
Scion,
Stereo Dub,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DJ Style,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Wake,
The Slackers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
AZ,
ABC,
Franke,
T. Rex,
Warren Ellis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Metal Thangz,
David Axelrod,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
KRS-One,
June Days,
Barrington Levy,
Eddi Front,
Nik Kershaw,
Easy Going,
Juan Atkins,
Jeff Lynne,
Porter Ricks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Derrick May,
Peter and Kerry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.