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 Mali and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Prince Buster to the crunk 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vainqueur,
Neu!,
Lower 48,
Leonard Cohen,
the Bar-Kays,
Niagra,
Audionom,
Country Joe & The Fish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Flag,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radiopuhelimet,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Görl,
Brass Construction,
the Fania All-Stars,
Faust,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wally Richardson,
Clear Light,
Bob Dylan,
L. Decosne,
The Tremeloes,
Pulsallama,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Bananas,
Quadrant,
Dennis Brown,
R.M.O.,
Sam Rivers,
Slick Rick,
Dual Sessions,
Metal Thangz,
Half Japanese,
Magazine,
The New Christs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sex Pistols,
ABC,
Drexciya,
Simply Red,
Robert Wyatt,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Standells,
T. Rex,
Sight & Sound,
The Seeds,
The Walker Brothers,
The Wake,
Agitation Free,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roger Hodgson,
Delon & Dalcan,
E-Dancer,
Danielle Patucci,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.