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 Serbia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Traffic Nightmare to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Divine Comedy,
Kurtis Blow,
Matthew Bourne,
The Busters,
Stetsasonic,
Joyce Sims,
Sandy B,
Sugar Minott,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wally Richardson,
The Red Krayola,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David Bowie,
Morten Harket,
Newcleus,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cramps,
AZ,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Human League,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Lydon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Parry Music,
The Durutti Column,
Albert Ayler,
The Names,
Scott Walker,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ludus,
Cymande,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blossom Toes,
Godley & Creme,
Mandrill,
Roger Hodgson,
The Techniques,
Bob Dylan,
The Residents,
Al Stewart,
Tubeway Army,
Fat Boys,
Neu!,
Warren Ellis,
Wasted Youth,
Rekid,
Brand Nubian,
Loose Ends,
Minnie Riperton,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Youth Brigade,
Jerry's Kids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Josef K,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.