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 Bolivia 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 D'Angelo to the jazz 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Faust,
Pharoah Sanders,
Essential Logic,
Monks,
Todd Terry,
Amon Düül II,
Rakim,
Flipper,
Alton Ellis,
Loose Ends,
Neu!,
One Last Wish,
cv313,
Barbara Tucker,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deadbeat,
Johnny Clarke,
a-ha,
Magazine,
Andrew Hill,
Accadde A,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fall,
Matthew Halsall,
Don Cherry,
Matthew Bourne,
Nils Olav,
Black Bananas,
Guru Guru,
Mr. Review,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Newcleus,
The Neon Judgement,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric Copeland,
Marc Almond,
Mars,
KRS-One,
Eli Mardock,
Tim Buckley,
Echospace,
Popol Vuh,
Au Pairs,
The Star Department,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quando Quango,
Roxy Music,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Buzzcocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.