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 Micronesia and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Pussy Galore,
Rakim,
Juan Atkins,
Shuggie Otis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun Ra,
Ken Boothe,
Colin Newman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Charles Mingus,
Animal Collective,
Nirvana,
Rotary Connection,
The Techniques,
OOIOO,
Sonic Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Todd Terry,
Amon Düül II,
Guru Guru,
The Trojans,
the Slits,
Ice-T,
Fela Kuti,
The Barracudas,
Erasure,
Lyres,
Suburban Knight,
New Age Steppers,
Bob Dylan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chrome,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Cell,
The Residents,
Public Enemy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kas Product,
Icehouse,
Reagan Youth,
cv313,
The Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
Echospace,
Eli Mardock,
Banda Bassotti,
Lalann,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Trumans Water,
Eddi Front,
The Neon Judgement,
Wire,
Jacob Miller,
Zapp,
Bobby Byrd,
Lakeside,
The Searchers,
Derrick May,
Skriet,
Nick Fraelich,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.