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 Japan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Ronan,
New Age Steppers,
Magma,
KRS-One,
Agent Orange,
Radio Birdman,
Letta Mbulu,
Piero Umiliani,
The Names,
Brick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Velvet Underground,
The Stooges,
Sparks,
Pantytec,
The Fire Engines,
Althea and Donna,
The Saints,
Kerri Chandler,
The New Christs,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Residents,
Con Funk Shun,
Mo-Dettes,
The Knickerbockers,
Kenny Larkin,
ABBA,
MDC,
Moby Grape,
Das Ding,
Ohio Players,
Eli Mardock,
D'Angelo,
Clear Light,
The Buckinghams,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sällskapet,
Quantec,
Japan,
The Black Dice,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mojo Men,
Los Fastidios,
Au Pairs,
The Gun Club,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sonics,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter & Gordon,
Fatback Band,
Deakin,
Animal Collective,
Fluxion,
Youth Brigade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pere Ubu,
The Zeros,
The Fuzztones,
Arthur Verocai,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.