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 Chad and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the techno 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Saccharine Trust,
Sparks,
The Grass Roots,
JFA,
The Skatalites,
Danielle Patucci,
The Victims,
Marmalade,
The New Christs,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter and Kerry,
Harmonia,
Alice Coltrane,
Supertramp,
Animal Collective,
Derrick Morgan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Agitation Free,
Zero Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scientists,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scrapy,
James White and The Blacks,
The Smiths,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Second Layer,
Cecil Taylor,
Rapeman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Andrew Hill,
H. Thieme,
The Buckinghams,
Tim Buckley,
Wally Richardson,
Tubeway Army,
Arcadia,
Make Up,
Eddi Front,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pere Ubu,
Ronan,
Underground Resistance,
Johnny Clarke,
KRS-One,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cal Tjader,
In Retrospect,
Amon Düül II,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Main Source,
Pantytec,
T.S.O.L.,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Human League,
Alphaville,
the Soft Cell,
The Index,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.