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 Afghanistan and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
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 Jacob Miller to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
DJ Sneak,
Fear,
Altered Images,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marmalade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Duran Duran,
The Names,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pantytec,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Monks,
Gong,
Soulsonic Force,
Grey Daturas,
Y Pants,
8 Eyed Spy,
MDC,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joey Negro,
Bob Dylan,
Josef K,
Lalann,
T.S.O.L.,
Television,
Model 500,
EPMD,
In Retrospect,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shuggie Otis,
Warren Ellis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Green,
Danielle Patucci,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Pretty Things,
Oneida,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Remains,
Sexual Harrassment,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dave Clark Five,
Charles Mingus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scrapy,
The Zeros,
Interpol,
Minnie Riperton,
Depeche Mode,
The Searchers,
Robert Görl,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fuzztones,
Michelle Simonal,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.