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 Armenia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Darondo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ronan,
Isaac Hayes,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Last Poets,
Deadbeat,
Todd Terry,
Bang On A Can,
Roxy Music,
Boz Scaggs,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Real Kids,
Byron Stingily,
Bill Wells,
OOIOO,
Soulsonic Force,
Moss Icon,
Donny Hathaway,
Joyce Sims,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-Ray Spex,
The Human League,
Supertramp,
World's Most,
Slave,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Symarip,
Gang Starr,
Panda Bear,
Bauhaus,
Joey Negro,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Freddie Wadling,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Bananas,
The Durutti Column,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun City Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Kayak,
Lou Christie,
Eli Mardock,
Mars,
Soft Machine,
Inner City,
AZ,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gastr Del Sol,
Khruangbin,
Animal Collective,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dual Sessions,
The Grass Roots,
The Barracudas,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.