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 Cameroon and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Real Kids to the rock 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Mandrill,
Animal Collective,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joy Division,
Robert Wyatt,
Skaos,
Erasure,
Amazonics,
Suburban Knight,
Rites of Spring,
Steve Hackett,
Scion,
Eve St. Jones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stiv Bators,
a-ha,
The Residents,
Malaria!,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fire Engines,
Todd Terry,
Lakeside,
the Sonics,
Zero Boys,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Slackers,
Jeff Mills,
Fear,
Liliput,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Selecter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
June of 44,
Newcleus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
KRS-One,
Negative Approach,
Moby Grape,
The Music Machine,
Sparks,
Sister Nancy,
The Velvet Underground,
Iggy Pop,
Gastr Del Sol,
New Age Steppers,
X-101,
Fat Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Icehouse,
Theoretical Girls,
Massinfluence,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thee Headcoats,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Green,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Raincoats,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.