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 Vanuatu and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 These Immortal Souls to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fortunes,
Saccharine Trust,
The Standells,
Aswad,
Babytalk,
Rekid,
Severed Heads,
Dennis Brown,
Jeff Mills,
Trumans Water,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harmonia,
Grauzone,
Jacob Miller,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Royal Trux,
The Raincoats,
MDC,
Reuben Wilson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Masters at Work,
Idris Muhammad,
Faraquet,
the Fania All-Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Massinfluence,
Yellowson,
Terry Callier,
The Fugs,
Fugazi,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Sherman,
Jawbox,
Fad Gadget,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Move,
Avey Tare,
Freddie Wadling,
Suicide,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Moody Blues,
Khruangbin,
Thee Headcoats,
Eli Mardock,
La Düsseldorf,
Wally Richardson,
Youth Brigade,
Q and Not U,
Theoretical Girls,
Accadde A,
X-101,
The Velvet Underground,
David McCallum,
Minutemen,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.