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 Tanzania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
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 organ 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 Television Personalities to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Yellowson,
Make Up,
Popol Vuh,
Malaria!,
Judy Mowatt,
Desert Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
Rufus Thomas,
La Düsseldorf,
Bauhaus,
Sound Behaviour,
D'Angelo,
Loose Ends,
DJ Style,
Minnie Riperton,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Patti Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Hutcherson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Martian,
Mars,
Alton Ellis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sugar Minott,
The American Breed,
Tom Boy,
Parry Music,
Youth Brigade,
Bronski Beat,
Motorama,
The Cowsills,
the Normal,
Ten City,
Rotary Connection,
B.T. Express,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Moon,
Carl Craig,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Hood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thompson Twins,
Janne Schatter,
Crime,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rosa Yemen,
Panda Bear,
Silicon Teens,
Mission of Burma,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marc Almond,
Joyce Sims,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.