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 Panama and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Schoolly D to the electroclash 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cheater Slicks,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Christie,
Mad Mike,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Searchers,
David Axelrod,
Gichy Dan,
Mr. Review,
H. Thieme,
X-101,
Deepchord,
Depeche Mode,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ohio Players,
Janne Schatter,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eddi Front,
Minutemen,
The Young Rascals,
Eric B and Rakim,
Slick Rick,
David McCallum,
The Golliwogs,
Excepter,
Bauhaus,
Absolute Body Control,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camberwell Now,
The Buckinghams,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rod Modell,
Sonic Youth,
Davy DMX,
Bill Wells,
Oblivians,
MC5,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Franke,
Pagans,
Blancmange,
Bob Dylan,
Cal Tjader,
The Barracudas,
Steve Hackett,
One Last Wish,
The Residents,
Yusef Lateef,
Zero Boys,
Faraquet,
The Toasters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stetsasonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.