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 Togo and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the dance 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Aloha Tigers,
New Order,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Association,
Pantaleimon,
Cymande,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blossom Toes,
T.S.O.L.,
New Age Steppers,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Don Cherry,
Trumans Water,
Urselle,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Magma,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeff Lynne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Wyatt,
Pierre Henry,
The Fortunes,
Ossler,
Goldenarms,
Radio Birdman,
Electric Prunes,
Q65,
Newcleus,
Ultravox,
Rekid,
the Soft Cell,
The Smiths,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Knickerbockers,
Minutemen,
Gang Starr,
Marmalade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Tubeway Army,
The Standells,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blancmange,
Swans,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dead C,
Dave Gahan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Young Marble Giants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ten City,
Bill Near,
Jeff Mills,
Eric B and Rakim,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.