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 Argentina and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Seoul and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Howard Jones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Sarah Menescal,
Fela Kuti,
Dual Sessions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Monks,
Kurtis Blow,
Cheater Slicks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Techniques,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tears for Fears,
Bad Manners,
Suicide,
OOIOO,
Qualms,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Loose Ends,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ornette Coleman,
EPMD,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Monochrome Set,
Anthony Braxton,
Camberwell Now,
kango's stein massive,
Sam Rivers,
Prince Buster,
The Blackbyrds,
ABBA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
KRS-One,
Saccharine Trust,
The Standells,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mr. Review,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gichy Dan,
Deakin,
Goldenarms,
Main Source,
Babytalk,
Deepchord,
Curtis Mayfield,
Leonard Cohen,
Tom Boy,
Minny Pops,
Bauhaus,
The Kinks,
Subhumans,
Rotary Connection,
Technova,
Terry Callier,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ronan,
The Smiths,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.