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 Solomon Islands and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Neil Young to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Susan Cadogan,
Simply Red,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cymande,
Blake Baxter,
Barrington Levy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Circle Jerks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Henry Cow,
Warsaw,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Main Source,
Banda Bassotti,
Wings,
Wire,
Boredoms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
EPMD,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moby Grape,
Jerry's Kids,
Todd Terry,
Marine Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Sex Pistols,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fugs,
Y Pants,
Erykah Badu,
Carl Craig,
The Slits,
Eli Mardock,
Gang of Four,
The Durutti Column,
Dawn Penn,
The Skatalites,
Echospace,
Swans,
Donald Byrd,
Essential Logic,
Nas,
The Mojo Men,
The Mummies,
Guru Guru,
The Gap Band,
Michelle Simonal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
OOIOO,
Soft Cell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Iggy Pop,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stetsasonic,
Lalann,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.