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 Kuwait and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 The Human League to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Sight & Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
The Martian,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeff Mills,
Jawbox,
Deepchord,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Wake,
These Immortal Souls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cybotron,
Al Stewart,
Lalann,
John Foxx,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gregory Isaacs,
EPMD,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Danielle Patucci,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Whodini,
Babytalk,
Fugazi,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
B.T. Express,
Shoche,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Angry Samoans,
The Skatalites,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yaz,
Boz Scaggs,
The Birthday Party,
L. Decosne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sonic Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
David Bowie,
Public Enemy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hoover,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sister Nancy,
Soul II Soul,
Slave,
Gang Starr,
Sällskapet,
Anakelly,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fatback Band,
Magazine,
Stiv Bators,
Joe Finger,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.