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 Eritrea and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Charles Mingus to the dance 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Amon Düül,
The Mummies,
Fat Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Music Machine,
Soul II Soul,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anthony Braxton,
Pulsallama,
Tres Demented,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Khruangbin,
The Doors,
Susan Cadogan,
Marine Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric Dolphy,
Kerri Chandler,
PIL,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeru the Damaja,
K-Klass,
the Sonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Interpol,
Gang Gang Dance,
Section 25,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Magazine,
Max Romeo,
The Sound,
Niagra,
Dave Gahan,
The Dead C,
Ultravox,
Livin' Joy,
Davy DMX,
Piero Umiliani,
The Blues Magoos,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Green,
Maleditus Sound,
Faust,
Blossom Toes,
Lindisfarne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
One Last Wish,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bluetip,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
Jimmy McGriff,
KRS-One,
Technova,
Gang of Four,
ABC,
Al Stewart,
Letta Mbulu,
Deakin,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.