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 Belize and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Carl Craig to the jazz 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
The Buckinghams,
Bang On A Can,
Lindisfarne,
The Techniques,
Arthur Verocai,
Absolute Body Control,
Lakeside,
The Barracudas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Matthew Halsall,
Popol Vuh,
Rapeman,
Eddi Front,
Pagans,
Organ,
Moby Grape,
Pierre Henry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quadrant,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
Sixth Finger,
The Smiths,
DNA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Idris Muhammad,
Alton Ellis,
CMW,
Warren Ellis,
Brass Construction,
Public Image Ltd.,
Whodini,
Deadbeat,
Brothers Johnson,
the Soft Cell,
the Normal,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sonics,
Model 500,
Pere Ubu,
Subhumans,
Soft Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Crooked Eye,
Blancmange,
Clear Light,
Sister Nancy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Howard Jones,
Ultravox,
Gang Starr,
Camouflage,
Monolake,
Parry Music,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Essential Logic,
Juan Atkins,
Sexual Harrassment,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.