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 Bhutan and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kas Product to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
These Immortal Souls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiopuhelimet,
Johnny Clarke,
Glambeats Corp.,
Outsiders,
Lindisfarne,
Boredoms,
FM Einheit,
Supertramp,
Colin Newman,
Quantec,
Marc Almond,
Ornette Coleman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kevin Saunderson,
Surgeon,
Tears for Fears,
Rosa Yemen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Steve Hackett,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Görl,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alice Coltrane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bush Tetras,
Minor Threat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Martian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rapeman,
Gichy Dan,
Derrick Morgan,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grey Daturas,
The Cowsills,
Groovy Waters,
A Certain Ratio,
Inner City,
The Pretty Things,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Victims,
The Associates,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joe Smooth,
Cecil Taylor,
Whodini,
Bill Near,
the Sonics,
Joyce Sims,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ituana,
The Fugs,
Eve St. Jones,
Rod Modell,
Crooked Eye,
Make Up,
Ronan,
Tom Boy,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.