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 Guyana and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Kas Product to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
The Cramps,
Lower 48,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Procol Harum,
The Leaves,
Royal Trux,
Masters at Work,
DJ Style,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tropical Tobacco,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fugazi,
Janne Schatter,
Scratch Acid,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chrome,
Whodini,
Panda Bear,
Mary Jane Girls,
China Crisis,
Saccharine Trust,
The Martian,
Easy Going,
The Real Kids,
Howard Jones,
Scientists,
In Retrospect,
Spandau Ballet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Icehouse,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Invisible,
Traffic Nightmare,
The J.B.'s,
T.S.O.L.,
The Offenders,
Spoonie Gee,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Albert Ayler,
The Victims,
Organ,
Pantaleimon,
Technova,
Oblivians,
Peter & Gordon,
Delta 5,
Audionom,
The Misunderstood,
Yellowson,
Y Pants,
Throbbing Gristle,
Model 500,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantytec,
Michelle Simonal,
Godley & Creme,
Ituana,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.