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 Antigua and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Public Image Ltd. to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boredoms,
Alice Coltrane,
Aloha Tigers,
MC5,
In Retrospect,
The Searchers,
The Moody Blues,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Max Romeo,
The Durutti Column,
This Heat,
Severed Heads,
Urselle,
Blake Baxter,
Faraquet,
Scrapy,
Depeche Mode,
Skarface,
Judy Mowatt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Howard Jones,
The Trojans,
The Gories,
Rakim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Velvet Underground,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moebius,
Outsiders,
The Black Dice,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hasil Adkins,
Essential Logic,
Sound Behaviour,
Can,
Newcleus,
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker,
Stetsasonic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Sherman,
Magazine,
Yusef Lateef,
Scratch Acid,
Kenny Larkin,
Connie Case,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Negative Approach,
Todd Terry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Laurel Aitken,
Anakelly,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flipper,
Magma,
John Holt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.