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 Estonia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Ronnie Foster to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Second Layer,
Smog,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dead C,
The Evens,
Cheater Slicks,
Mantronix,
Radio Birdman,
Khruangbin,
Gichy Dan,
Roger Hodgson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Nik Kershaw,
The Buckinghams,
Nico,
Dead Boys,
Monolake,
Zero Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Model 500,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Japan,
Rakim,
E-Dancer,
Alison Limerick,
Schoolly D,
Lakeside,
The Music Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drexciya,
Eric Copeland,
Ultimate Spinach,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Unrelated Segments,
Scientists,
Byron Stingily,
AZ,
Ten City,
In Retrospect,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Wyatt,
Charles Mingus,
Trumans Water,
Scratch Acid,
Index,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Skatalites,
Arthur Verocai,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jacques Brel,
The Angels of Light,
Piero Umiliani,
Gong,
Reuben Wilson,
Can,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wire,
Oblivians,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.