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 Papua New Guinea and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the disco 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Yaz,
Moby Grape,
MC5,
David McCallum,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Junior Murvin,
Nas,
Ken Boothe,
Ronan,
Peter and Kerry,
The United States of America,
Donald Byrd,
Basic Channel,
the Germs,
Josef K,
The Standells,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quantec,
Das Ding,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Seeds,
Quando Quango,
X-102,
Make Up,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sandy B,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pharoah Sanders,
Letta Mbulu,
The Names,
Massinfluence,
Amon Düül II,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cybotron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deepchord,
The Kinks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Max Romeo,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Hood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skaos,
Gang Starr,
Deadbeat,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Velvet Underground,
Con Funk Shun,
Spoonie Gee,
X-101,
Sarah Menescal,
Bang On A Can,
John Foxx,
La Düsseldorf,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.