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 Israel and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 Eric Dolphy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Loose Ends,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun Ra,
John Lydon,
The Vogues,
Erasure,
Smog,
Mary Jane Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Adolescents,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Electric Prunes,
The Birthday Party,
John Holt,
Delta 5,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pulsallama,
Morten Harket,
The Smiths,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Unwound,
Masters at Work,
Sparks,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dead C,
Fatback Band,
Fluxion,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kurtis Blow,
Neil Young,
Panda Bear,
Los Fastidios,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Monochrome Set,
Pussy Galore,
Magazine,
The Gun Club,
The Skatalites,
Aswad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Qualms,
Harpers Bizarre,
Unrelated Segments,
10cc,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vainqueur,
Harry Pussy,
Japan,
Funkadelic,
Alton Ellis,
Country Teasers,
Basic Channel,
Hasil Adkins,
Grey Daturas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brass Construction,
Monks,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.