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 Malawi and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Man Parrish,
H. Thieme,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yusef Lateef,
The United States of America,
Flipper,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fugs,
Harmonia,
Eve St. Jones,
Lyres,
Vainqueur,
Isaac Hayes,
Model 500,
Inner City,
Bobby Sherman,
The Five Americans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Banda Bassotti,
The Durutti Column,
Depeche Mode,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pole,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Associates,
Howard Jones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blake Baxter,
Supertramp,
Monks,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Teasers,
DJ Style,
The Mummies,
Surgeon,
the Swans,
Underground Resistance,
Iggy Pop,
Kas Product,
Matthew Halsall,
Index,
Sparks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Human League,
Radiohead,
The Buckinghams,
Ituana,
The Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Absolute Body Control,
Quantec,
Jimmy McGriff,
Public Enemy,
ABBA,
Hoover,
Mr. Review,
Technova,
Harry Pussy,
Section 25,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.