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 Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Little Man to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Franke,
Motorama,
Reuben Wilson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Golliwogs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Associates,
Sparks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roger Hodgson,
Marc Almond,
Anakelly,
Arab on Radar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
PIL,
The United States of America,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fugs,
The Grass Roots,
Barry Ungar,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kurtis Blow,
Lightning Bolt,
Joe Smooth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sound Behaviour,
Joyce Sims,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Albert Ayler,
The American Breed,
The Blackbyrds,
David Bowie,
the Normal,
Stetsasonic,
Soft Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
U.S. Maple,
Eddi Front,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultra Naté,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Qualms,
Khruangbin,
The Gories,
Donny Hathaway,
Goldenarms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Excepter,
Skriet,
Roxy Music,
Rufus Thomas,
Main Source,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Martian,
Jandek,
Minor Threat,
Quadrant,
Ken Boothe,
Average White Band,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.