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 Korea North and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 The Techniques to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Anthony Braxton,
Absolute Body Control,
The Golliwogs,
Tim Buckley,
This Heat,
Swans,
Arthur Verocai,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Malaria!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wally Richardson,
Shoche,
Panda Bear,
Cybotron,
Subhumans,
June Days,
Unwound,
Pagans,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Spoonie Gee,
Skarface,
Sarah Menescal,
Masters at Work,
Jeff Lynne,
Rosa Yemen,
Donny Hathaway,
Crooked Eye,
In Retrospect,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bad Manners,
Soulsonic Force,
H. Thieme,
Maleditus Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Ice-T,
Electric Prunes,
Crime,
10cc,
Main Source,
Bobby Byrd,
Kerri Chandler,
Popol Vuh,
Ossler,
Sixth Finger,
Audionom,
The Tremeloes,
The Invisible,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Infiniti,
Radio Birdman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Prince Buster,
Adolescents,
Interpol,
The Dead C,
Kurtis Blow,
Sister Nancy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lower 48,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.