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 Jamaica and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nas to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
R.M.O.,
X-101,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Silicon Teens,
ABC,
Matthew Halsall,
The Durutti Column,
Joe Smooth,
Black Pus,
Barry Ungar,
Camouflage,
Zapp,
The Divine Comedy,
Marmalade,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brass Construction,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
The Techniques,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stiv Bators,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soulsonic Force,
Sixth Finger,
Outsiders,
the Germs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eurythmics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
FM Einheit,
Animal Collective,
Sarah Menescal,
Sexual Harrassment,
Swell Maps,
Bronski Beat,
Public Enemy,
Thompson Twins,
The Raincoats,
The Fugs,
Niagra,
Colin Newman,
Unwound,
Janne Schatter,
Mark Hollis,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang of Four,
The Selecter,
Radiohead,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chris Corsano,
The Fall,
Letta Mbulu,
The Kinks,
Ossler,
The Index,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.