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 Montenegro and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Doors to the disco 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mojo Men,
10cc,
Gang of Four,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Duran Duran,
Amazonics,
Blossom Toes,
Barry Ungar,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Animal Collective,
Simply Red,
The Modern Lovers,
Angry Samoans,
Sister Nancy,
Nas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
B.T. Express,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bluetip,
F. McDonald,
Funky Four + One,
Dave Gahan,
Jandek,
Crooked Eye,
Symarip,
the Bar-Kays,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flash Fearless,
Sugar Minott,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Last Poets,
Eddi Front,
Yusef Lateef,
Oneida,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Star Department,
Pole,
Ossler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Association,
Essential Logic,
Surgeon,
Country Teasers,
Nico,
The Remains,
Donald Byrd,
The Litter,
Urselle,
The Barracudas,
The Neon Judgement,
Fela Kuti,
Rakim,
Livin' Joy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moby Grape,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.