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 Australia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba 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 Kayak to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pulsallama,
Roy Ayers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Whodini,
Lakeside,
Niagra,
B.T. Express,
Animal Collective,
Little Man,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joe Smooth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Beau Brummels,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sandy B,
Piero Umiliani,
Half Japanese,
Fluxion,
The Associates,
Scratch Acid,
This Heat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jerry's Kids,
John Foxx,
The Mojo Men,
Fat Boys,
Terry Callier,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rites of Spring,
Henry Cow,
Sugar Minott,
Jeff Lynne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Panda Bear,
Peter and Kerry,
Skarface,
U.S. Maple,
The Flesh Eaters,
Q65,
Vladislav Delay,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sonic Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
The Modern Lovers,
New Order,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun City Girls,
Donald Byrd,
The Offenders,
Robert Görl,
Pierre Henry,
Michelle Simonal,
Laurel Aitken,
Electric Prunes,
Groovy Waters,
The United States of America,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.