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 Sierra Leone and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Arcadia to the funk 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
the Soft Cell,
Josef K,
Black Flag,
Intrusion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roxette,
The Black Dice,
Faust,
Thompson Twins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
MDC,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Monolake,
Scratch Acid,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scion,
DNA,
Groovy Waters,
Juan Atkins,
Carl Craig,
Chris Corsano,
Bluetip,
Ituana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Sneak,
John Cale,
John Coltrane,
The Gladiators,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nico,
The Beau Brummels,
Desert Stars,
Kayak,
James White and The Blacks,
Davy DMX,
Bill Wells,
Icehouse,
David McCallum,
Arab on Radar,
Ronnie Foster,
Letta Mbulu,
Simply Red,
Qualms,
Scientists,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Don Cherry,
Half Japanese,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Darondo,
Sonic Youth,
Nils Olav,
Wasted Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sparks,
Bobby Sherman,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.