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 Slovenia and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marshall Jefferson to the grime 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Isaac Hayes,
Dave Gahan,
Vainqueur,
Newcleus,
Sandy B,
Siglo XX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Con Funk Shun,
Amazonics,
The Offenders,
Carl Craig,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric Dolphy,
Ituana,
Jeru the Damaja,
Altered Images,
June Days,
Oblivians,
Panda Bear,
Gong,
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
Quantec,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Hood,
JFA,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gichy Dan,
Connie Case,
Underground Resistance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dorothy Ashby,
Massinfluence,
Slick Rick,
Steve Hackett,
Bad Manners,
Angry Samoans,
Suicide,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sight & Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Last Poets,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Lynne,
Fear,
Intrusion,
Cymande,
Prince Buster,
Half Japanese,
The Victims,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gories,
Animal Collective,
Harry Pussy,
The Leaves,
Symarip,
The Neon Judgement,
48th St. Collective,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.