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 Finland and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Depeche Mode to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Bush Tetras,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Coltrane,
Junior Murvin,
Flipper,
Rapeman,
Fear,
Television,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magazine,
The Music Machine,
the Germs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minnie Riperton,
Sight & Sound,
Joey Negro,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eurythmics,
The Golliwogs,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Sherman,
Groovy Waters,
The Smiths,
Robert Wyatt,
PIL,
Barbara Tucker,
Laurel Aitken,
Drexciya,
Loose Ends,
Eve St. Jones,
Cal Tjader,
Delta 5,
Sound Behaviour,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Slits,
Interpol,
Thee Headcoats,
The Monks,
the Sonics,
The Buckinghams,
Sexual Harrassment,
Animal Collective,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
T. Rex,
Blake Baxter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Agent Orange,
Deadbeat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Christie,
The Moody Blues,
Los Fastidios,
Derrick Morgan,
The Monochrome Set,
Bauhaus,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.