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 Albania and from Halifax.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Brick to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Mandrill,
Pantaleimon,
Todd Terry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camberwell Now,
The Toasters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Franke,
Eurythmics,
Grey Daturas,
Fatback Band,
Pole,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Man Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
World's Most,
Moby Grape,
Matthew Halsall,
Gabor Szabo,
the Bar-Kays,
Yellowson,
the Sonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minny Pops,
Eve St. Jones,
Suicide,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Walker Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Nas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Groovy Waters,
Porter Ricks,
the Normal,
Rosa Yemen,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Sherman,
Alton Ellis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mark Hollis,
Bill Wells,
Malaria!,
Flash Fearless,
Icehouse,
The Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Leaves,
Essential Logic,
Fela Kuti,
Erasure,
UT,
Sarah Menescal,
Scion,
Gang Green,
Q and Not U,
The Golliwogs,
Audionom,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.