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 Kiribati and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Buzzcocks,
Wasted Youth,
The American Breed,
Slick Rick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minutemen,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mummies,
The Doobie Brothers,
a-ha,
Livin' Joy,
Funky Four + One,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cosmic Jokers,
MC5,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Residents,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Negative Approach,
Guru Guru,
Basic Channel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry's Kids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Section 25,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Metal Thangz,
Radiohead,
Los Fastidios,
Brick,
Soft Machine,
Goldenarms,
F. McDonald,
Ultravox,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Moon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scrapy,
Pagans,
Trumans Water,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stereo Dub,
The Vogues,
the Normal,
The Happenings,
Shoche,
Intrusion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jandek,
Wire,
Outsiders,
Grey Daturas,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Wyatt,
Accadde A,
Scratch Acid,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.