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 East Timor and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Deepchord to the funk 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Darondo,
Jimmy McGriff,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Iggy Pop,
The Star Department,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeff Mills,
Q and Not U,
Ken Boothe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wings,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mojo Men,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ohio Players,
Tim Buckley,
Donald Byrd,
Circle Jerks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hot Snakes,
Spandau Ballet,
Thee Headcoats,
Saccharine Trust,
The Human League,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gladiators,
DNA,
Rakim,
Gong,
Anakelly,
Boz Scaggs,
Silicon Teens,
Malaria!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Maurizio,
Eden Ahbez,
The Raincoats,
The Saints,
Yaz,
Arcadia,
Althea and Donna,
Idris Muhammad,
Joe Finger,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fall,
Magazine,
Swell Maps,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fluxion,
One Last Wish,
Swans,
Leonard Cohen,
The Index,
Lower 48,
Juan Atkins,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Remains,
Amon Düül II,
Desert Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blossom Toes,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.