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 Italy and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Chris Corsano to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
The Kinks,
Suicide,
Quadrant,
Shuggie Otis,
Barclay James Harvest,
MDC,
Connie Case,
Moby Grape,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bang On A Can,
Anthony Braxton,
Matthew Bourne,
Urselle,
Todd Rundgren,
Tears for Fears,
Darondo,
Spoonie Gee,
Youth Brigade,
Crispy Ambulance,
Al Stewart,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Franke,
The Mojo Men,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Evens,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Golliwogs,
Stetsasonic,
Hot Snakes,
John Cale,
Theoretical Girls,
Carl Craig,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Half Japanese,
The Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Sound Behaviour,
The Residents,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott Heron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ronan,
The Motions,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Association,
The Tremeloes,
Warren Ellis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scrapy,
Bobby Womack,
Barrington Levy,
Liliput,
Sonic Youth,
Rekid,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barbara Tucker,
Dead Boys,
Roxette,
Pagans,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.