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 Austria and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Essential Logic to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Half Japanese,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barry Ungar,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pere Ubu,
ABC,
Scientists,
Graham Central Station,
Spoonie Gee,
The Barracudas,
Severed Heads,
Eve St. Jones,
Ossler,
The Blues Magoos,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bill Near,
a-ha,
Tubeway Army,
Dennis Brown,
Gong,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Human League,
The Dead C,
Boz Scaggs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Charles Mingus,
Monolake,
Yaz,
Matthew Bourne,
Sam Rivers,
Traffic Nightmare,
DJ Sneak,
Tres Demented,
The Slits,
Desert Stars,
Black Sheep,
K-Klass,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David Axelrod,
Kevin Saunderson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Coltrane,
Jeff Mills,
The Smiths,
Brass Construction,
Chris Corsano,
Schoolly D,
Sister Nancy,
Bill Wells,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fall,
Hashim,
The Angels of Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
EPMD,
T.S.O.L.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Buzzcocks,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.