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 Pakistan and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 The Music Machine to the disco 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Derrick May,
Aloha Tigers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brick,
Sarah Menescal,
Excepter,
The Residents,
The Buckinghams,
Al Stewart,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fatback Band,
Reagan Youth,
Moby Grape,
Soft Cell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Peter and Kerry,
The Vogues,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fall,
Minnie Riperton,
Albert Ayler,
Marshall Jefferson,
Henry Cow,
Anakelly,
Yazoo,
Alice Coltrane,
Sex Pistols,
The Tremeloes,
Sandy B,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Stooges,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantaleimon,
Gabor Szabo,
Don Cherry,
The Knickerbockers,
Kayak,
Dead Boys,
Grauzone,
Jawbox,
The Move,
Half Japanese,
H. Thieme,
Roxette,
Eddi Front,
Slick Rick,
Nas,
Matthew Halsall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
Scion,
Technova,
Agitation Free,
Aural Exciters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.