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 Djibouti and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Human League to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Parry Music,
Average White Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fugazi,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-102,
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Terry,
Can,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fall,
The Sonics,
Deepchord,
Michelle Simonal,
Fad Gadget,
EPMD,
LL Cool J,
Faust,
The Electric Prunes,
The J.B.'s,
Quadrant,
Jeff Mills,
Main Source,
Magma,
Grey Daturas,
Bob Dylan,
Motorama,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marine Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
The Star Department,
Peter and Kerry,
Scan 7,
Sound Behaviour,
Basic Channel,
These Immortal Souls,
Kayak,
New Age Steppers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Delta 5,
Radiohead,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rotary Connection,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dead C,
The Happenings,
The Index,
Outsiders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Patti Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ituana,
Jeff Lynne,
Magazine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
H. Thieme,
David Bowie,
Pagans,
The Standells,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.