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 San Marino and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Black Dice,
Main Source,
Underground Resistance,
Nas,
Brick,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare,
Joe Finger,
Fatback Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Wyatt,
Niagra,
Unwound,
Duran Duran,
LL Cool J,
Stockholm Monsters,
Slave,
JFA,
One Last Wish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eddi Front,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronan,
The Skatalites,
Bronski Beat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scrapy,
The Zeros,
Gichy Dan,
Japan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Erykah Badu,
Eric Dolphy,
the Swans,
Pere Ubu,
Das Ding,
Joey Negro,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sixth Finger,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tres Demented,
Sällskapet,
Massinfluence,
Judy Mowatt,
Minnie Riperton,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pantytec,
Bootsy Collins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Blues Magoos,
Lucky Dragons,
The Moleskins,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gories,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.