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 Bahrain and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Electric Prunes to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Pylon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Main Source,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Offenders,
The Invisible,
Excepter,
Crash Course in Science,
Trumans Water,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kas Product,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rod Modell,
Soft Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Bauhaus,
Nas,
Jacob Miller,
Eden Ahbez,
LL Cool J,
Arab on Radar,
The American Breed,
Matthew Halsall,
8 Eyed Spy,
EPMD,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fugazi,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Circle Jerks,
Rekid,
Man Eating Sloth,
Josef K,
U.S. Maple,
Arthur Verocai,
the Normal,
Isaac Hayes,
Idris Muhammad,
Yazoo,
The Divine Comedy,
Chris Corsano,
Brass Construction,
Blake Baxter,
Brand Nubian,
Ohio Players,
The Litter,
Reuben Wilson,
R.M.O.,
The Doors,
the Bar-Kays,
Ralphi Rosario,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Man Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tubeway Army,
Kerri Chandler,
Danielle Patucci,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
Lungfish,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.