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 East Timor and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Agent Orange to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter & Gordon,
Simply Red,
Arcadia,
The Selecter,
Sällskapet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nas,
The Buckinghams,
L. Decosne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Style,
Barrington Levy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hot Snakes,
Donny Hathaway,
Harmonia,
Angry Samoans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Moon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Human League,
The Happenings,
Junior Murvin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brand Nubian,
Sixth Finger,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jacob Miller,
The Five Americans,
Hasil Adkins,
The Trojans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
World's Most,
Zero Boys,
Janne Schatter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
a-ha,
Amon Düül,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kas Product,
Public Enemy,
Pantytec,
Can,
Section 25,
Scion,
Wolf Eyes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Desert Stars,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television Personalities,
Pylon,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.