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 Comoros and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Siglo XX to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
David Axelrod,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Newcleus,
K-Klass,
Eli Mardock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sugar Minott,
Bad Manners,
Cal Tjader,
The Invisible,
UT,
Nils Olav,
The Five Americans,
Byron Stingily,
Eric B and Rakim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Surgeon,
Marmalade,
Subhumans,
Matthew Bourne,
Soul II Soul,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Qualms,
Ultravox,
Kenny Larkin,
The Wake,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Görl,
Guru Guru,
the Germs,
The Victims,
ABC,
DJ Style,
Chrome,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unrelated Segments,
Au Pairs,
The Sonics,
Blossom Toes,
Boz Scaggs,
The Doors,
The Last Poets,
Tom Boy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Supertramp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camouflage,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Intrusion,
A Certain Ratio,
Scrapy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June Days,
Grandmaster Flash,
Clear Light,
These Immortal Souls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.