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 Sweden and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 JFA to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Bizarre Inc.,
a-ha,
Scrapy,
The Mummies,
Curtis Mayfield,
Michelle Simonal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moss Icon,
Jerry's Kids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Toasters,
Dave Gahan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Anthony Braxton,
The Buckinghams,
Amazonics,
Erykah Badu,
Wally Richardson,
Fatback Band,
Junior Murvin,
The Divine Comedy,
The Evens,
Black Pus,
Bush Tetras,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stiv Bators,
Oneida,
Vladislav Delay,
The Count Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pagans,
Bronski Beat,
Rod Modell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gong,
Suicide,
Mark Hollis,
Subhumans,
The American Breed,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
U.S. Maple,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Talk Talk,
Half Japanese,
Skriet,
Sparks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wire,
Hoover,
Arthur Verocai,
Angry Samoans,
Skaos,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeff Mills,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.