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 Qatar and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Isaac Hayes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Zero Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Y Pants,
Ten City,
The Buckinghams,
Rekid,
Robert Görl,
the Soft Cell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Procol Harum,
Agitation Free,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Urselle,
Al Stewart,
The Invisible,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cymande,
Juan Atkins,
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker,
Cheater Slicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skaos,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Skatalites,
The Monks,
Trumans Water,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skarface,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gap Band,
The Sonics,
Minor Threat,
The Cure,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mummies,
Tres Demented,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sound Behaviour,
Toni Rubio,
Deakin,
Bluetip,
Chris Corsano,
The Fortunes,
Monolake,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ossler,
Circle Jerks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Seeds,
FM Einheit,
Bad Manners,
Warren Ellis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.