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 Somalia and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the punk 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Young Rascals,
The Beau Brummels,
Yazoo,
Grauzone,
Flamin' Groovies,
Electric Prunes,
Cluster,
Black Bananas,
Byron Stingily,
Mandrill,
ABC,
Arthur Verocai,
X-102,
Rekid,
Rosa Yemen,
Excepter,
Bronski Beat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Reuben Wilson,
Panda Bear,
Scott Walker,
The Trojans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bootsy Collins,
Lakeside,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Donny Hathaway,
Interpol,
Scientists,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joy Division,
Moss Icon,
Dual Sessions,
Iggy Pop,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Zeros,
Delta 5,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wasted Youth,
Franke,
Soft Cell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Graham Central Station,
Alphaville,
Adolescents,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
World's Most,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Music Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.