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 Bahrain and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wasted Youth to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Absolute Body Control,
Neu!,
Heaven 17,
Scratch Acid,
Connie Case,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thee Headcoats,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moss Icon,
Visage,
Lakeside,
Little Man,
Theoretical Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Excepter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Monks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Johnny Clarke,
The Music Machine,
Index,
The Real Kids,
Jeff Lynne,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Star Department,
Cal Tjader,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Walker Brothers,
Quantec,
Cecil Taylor,
Warsaw,
Soul II Soul,
Arthur Verocai,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DJ Sneak,
Panda Bear,
Junior Murvin,
Sandy B,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Hood,
The Moleskins,
Pantaleimon,
The Leaves,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wire,
David Axelrod,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The J.B.'s,
Spandau Ballet,
Cameo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gabor Szabo,
Aural Exciters,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.