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 Mauritius and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Neu! to the electroclash 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Pantytec,
Excepter,
Bang On A Can,
Roy Ayers,
Black Pus,
The Skatalites,
The Stooges,
Sparks,
Neil Young,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Organ,
Franke,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Cale,
Ituana,
Fatback Band,
In Retrospect,
Spoonie Gee,
Skaos,
The United States of America,
Robert Wyatt,
U.S. Maple,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Khruangbin,
Althea and Donna,
The Star Department,
Terrestrial Tones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rites of Spring,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Surgeon,
MC5,
The Remains,
Derrick Morgan,
John Foxx,
Howard Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
June Days,
Scion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Swans,
The Associates,
Pulsallama,
Joe Smooth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
D'Angelo,
Suicide,
Duran Duran,
Piero Umiliani,
Schoolly D,
Faust,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABC,
Reagan Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Livin' Joy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.