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 Nigeria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sad Lovers and Giants 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Tres Demented,
Theoretical Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sarah Menescal,
Funky Four + One,
Animal Collective,
The Divine Comedy,
The Index,
Camberwell Now,
John Foxx,
David Bowie,
JFA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Pus,
Barrington Levy,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Velvet Underground,
The Zeros,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Invisible,
Prince Buster,
The Associates,
Unwound,
Isaac Hayes,
Monks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
FM Einheit,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Star Department,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric Dolphy,
The Moleskins,
Jacob Miller,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Leaves,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cameo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
These Immortal Souls,
Porter Ricks,
Zero Boys,
Skaos,
the Swans,
Cluster,
Slick Rick,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Saints,
Pierre Henry,
Charles Mingus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joensuu 1685,
Hoover,
Marine Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bizarre Inc.,
DNA,
The Fugs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Urselle,
Ultra Naté,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.