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 Georgia and from Madrid.
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 Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin 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 Skaos to the crunk 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Parry Music,
Peter & Gordon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Average White Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Japan,
The Kinks,
The Barracudas,
The Birthday Party,
Aural Exciters,
Q and Not U,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
MC5,
Althea and Donna,
The Residents,
Niagra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terry Callier,
Hot Snakes,
Cybotron,
Josef K,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ponytail,
The Modern Lovers,
Bronski Beat,
Eden Ahbez,
Crispy Ambulance,
Warsaw,
Cecil Taylor,
Half Japanese,
La Düsseldorf,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aaron Thompson,
Chris Corsano,
The Skatalites,
Piero Umiliani,
Rosa Yemen,
Ornette Coleman,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Association,
Harry Pussy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Visage,
Pagans,
Anthony Braxton,
Aloha Tigers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grandmaster Flash,
Buzzcocks,
The Selecter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.