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 Slovakia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 The Moleskins to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Deepchord,
Wire,
Lightning Bolt,
The Last Poets,
The Monks,
Suburban Knight,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultimate Spinach,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alice Coltrane,
The Durutti Column,
Goldenarms,
The Slackers,
Sex Pistols,
the Swans,
The Doors,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David Bowie,
Kas Product,
Marc Almond,
the Soft Cell,
James White and The Blacks,
Half Japanese,
Gang Starr,
The Martian,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fugs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cecil Taylor,
Roxette,
Nico,
June of 44,
The Cramps,
Jacob Miller,
Con Funk Shun,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
E-Dancer,
MC5,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cheater Slicks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
Index,
The Index,
David Axelrod,
kango's stein massive,
Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pulsallama,
Adolescents,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barclay James Harvest,
Godley & Creme,
Drexciya,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.