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 Tanzania and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Invisible to the crunk 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cowsills,
Moebius,
Little Man,
Absolute Body Control,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter and Kerry,
The Move,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alice Coltrane,
Rotary Connection,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bad Manners,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed,
The Victims,
The Tremeloes,
Carl Craig,
Aloha Tigers,
Drexciya,
Lou Christie,
cv313,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Angels of Light,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kas Product,
The Moleskins,
Shoche,
Grey Daturas,
Oneida,
Flash Fearless,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
These Immortal Souls,
Cal Tjader,
Alton Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Sherman,
The Trojans,
The Electric Prunes,
Sixth Finger,
Angry Samoans,
Lungfish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rufus Thomas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerri Chandler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DNA,
Crash Course in Science,
Godley & Creme,
Hoover,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quadrant,
Zero Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Sam Rivers,
Marvin Gaye,
Amazonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alphaville,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.