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 Andorra and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Pharoah Sanders to the punk 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Ludus,
Bill Wells,
Slick Rick,
the Bar-Kays,
Altered Images,
The Shadows of Knight,
Funky Four + One,
Arthur Verocai,
Anthony Braxton,
Mr. Review,
Procol Harum,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Pop Group,
David Axelrod,
DJ Sneak,
Marshall Jefferson,
This Heat,
Robert Görl,
The Fire Engines,
The Saints,
Average White Band,
Supertramp,
The Cure,
Main Source,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Franke,
Ultravox,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Buckinghams,
Blancmange,
UT,
Freddie Wadling,
Neu!,
The Names,
Jandek,
Nirvana,
Depeche Mode,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Music Machine,
Minutemen,
The Move,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minor Threat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ponytail,
The Motions,
KRS-One,
Motorama,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Smog,
Dual Sessions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Liliput,
The Toasters,
Gong,
Soft Machine,
Neil Young,
Mission of Burma,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stereo Dub,
the Human League,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.