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 Mexico and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 ABC to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Maurizio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Wyatt,
Pantaleimon,
The Monks,
Severed Heads,
The J.B.'s,
Y Pants,
Reuben Wilson,
Dawn Penn,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tears for Fears,
The Tremeloes,
Nico,
Eve St. Jones,
Model 500,
Judy Mowatt,
Heaven 17,
The Gun Club,
Al Stewart,
The Busters,
Symarip,
Matthew Bourne,
Neu!,
Kurtis Blow,
Sugar Minott,
Unrelated Segments,
Interpol,
Brass Construction,
Ponytail,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Pus,
Liliput,
Niagra,
Moebius,
Jacob Miller,
Patti Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arcadia,
Malaria!,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Bananas,
Amon Düül II,
Glenn Branca,
The Gladiators,
This Heat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Raincoats,
The Black Dice,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chris Corsano,
Accadde A,
The Trojans,
Joensuu 1685,
Joy Division,
Angry Samoans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marmalade,
MDC,
Das Ding,
Icehouse,
Janne Schatter,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.