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 Kuwait and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 CMW to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Ronnie Foster,
Radio Birdman,
Marc Almond,
Idris Muhammad,
Cameo,
The Misunderstood,
Hardrive,
Brass Construction,
Oblivians,
Bauhaus,
Tropical Tobacco,
In Retrospect,
Malaria!,
Letta Mbulu,
Donny Hathaway,
Echospace,
The Tremeloes,
CMW,
The Skatalites,
Organ,
Monks,
Supertramp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Anakelly,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Massinfluence,
Scrapy,
Q and Not U,
Slave,
Avey Tare,
Stereo Dub,
The Mummies,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric Copeland,
the Bar-Kays,
June of 44,
Pylon,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Sherman,
Joe Finger,
The Move,
Minny Pops,
Rekid,
Spandau Ballet,
Angry Samoans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Litter,
Japan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yusef Lateef,
Ten City,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Deadbeat,
New York Dolls,
Reuben Wilson,
Anthony Braxton,
Lalann,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sexual Harrassment,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.