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 Sudan and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Lydon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boredoms,
Idris Muhammad,
Lungfish,
Can,
a-ha,
Q65,
Kas Product,
Sun City Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nils Olav,
Television,
Audionom,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Index,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crime,
Piero Umiliani,
The Kinks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deakin,
The Cramps,
The Pretty Things,
Alphaville,
Siglo XX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Howard Jones,
Rosa Yemen,
The Last Poets,
Blossom Toes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed,
Josef K,
Slick Rick,
Outsiders,
Anthony Braxton,
Essential Logic,
Wolf Eyes,
Cymande,
James Chance & The Contortions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ronan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Shuggie Otis,
Man Parrish,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
David McCallum,
Funky Four + One,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jawbox,
Zapp,
John Foxx,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fortunes,
Ken Boothe,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.