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 Ireland and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ohio Players,
Little Man,
Kayak,
Sight & Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Tubeway Army,
Qualms,
Surgeon,
Angry Samoans,
Eli Mardock,
Rekid,
Fugazi,
Visage,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aloha Tigers,
Faraquet,
Quantec,
Peter and Kerry,
Camberwell Now,
The Gories,
Gang Starr,
Toni Rubio,
Liliput,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Monochrome Set,
Chris Corsano,
Livin' Joy,
CMW,
L. Decosne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alphaville,
Scientists,
Lou Reed,
R.M.O.,
Piero Umiliani,
Mr. Review,
Juan Atkins,
Sister Nancy,
Sun City Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dual Sessions,
Index,
Fad Gadget,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cowsills,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sugar Minott,
Max Romeo,
Das Ding,
Sarah Menescal,
Symarip,
Schoolly D,
Spoonie Gee,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.