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 Dominica and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Angry Samoans to the rock 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Judy Mowatt,
Echospace,
Amazonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
The Monks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Qualms,
Make Up,
Jawbox,
Lindisfarne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cecil Taylor,
Sonic Youth,
Reagan Youth,
New York Dolls,
June Days,
Roxette,
Arab on Radar,
Drexciya,
Unwound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Image Ltd.,
CMW,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pet Shop Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
June of 44,
Roger Hodgson,
Charles Mingus,
ABC,
The Cure,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang of Four,
Fluxion,
Procol Harum,
Hoover,
Flash Fearless,
The Young Rascals,
Aaron Thompson,
Royal Trux,
Lightning Bolt,
These Immortal Souls,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gun Club,
Maurizio,
Animal Collective,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
ABBA,
The Blackbyrds,
Model 500,
Depeche Mode,
Half Japanese,
Bush Tetras,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.