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 Marshall Islands and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
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 spring reverb 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 Ornette Coleman to the disco 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Monks,
Todd Terry,
Bob Dylan,
The Real Kids,
The Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pole,
Curtis Mayfield,
Theoretical Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anthony Braxton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rod Modell,
The United States of America,
The Leaves,
Aaron Thompson,
10cc,
Alphaville,
Rosa Yemen,
Mantronix,
Q and Not U,
Slick Rick,
The Gun Club,
Gong,
X-102,
Tim Buckley,
The Smoke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jandek,
Aswad,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wasted Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boredoms,
Sarah Menescal,
Terry Callier,
Pharoah Sanders,
Livin' Joy,
Ohio Players,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thee Headcoats,
Toni Rubio,
Spoonie Gee,
the Human League,
Roy Ayers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Y Pants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lalann,
The Walker Brothers,
MC5,
Icehouse,
OOIOO,
The Kinks,
Monks,
World's Most,
The J.B.'s,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.