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 Slovenia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Cosmic Jokers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
The Remains,
Maleditus Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blake Baxter,
Symarip,
The Index,
Laurel Aitken,
Matthew Bourne,
Alison Limerick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Archie Shepp,
Johnny Clarke,
Ralphi Rosario,
Howard Jones,
Technova,
Amon Düül II,
The Real Kids,
Fad Gadget,
Bad Manners,
Chrome,
Patti Smith,
Mr. Review,
Pussy Galore,
Icehouse,
Sam Rivers,
Main Source,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cheater Slicks,
Monks,
U.S. Maple,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Steve Hackett,
Pantytec,
kango's stein massive,
Ronan,
Black Bananas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Japan,
Radiohead,
Roger Hodgson,
Suburban Knight,
cv313,
Kaleidoscope,
New York Dolls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arthur Verocai,
Bluetip,
Yazoo,
B.T. Express,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Duran Duran,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scratch Acid,
The Grass Roots,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Depeche Mode,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.