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 Dominica and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Marcia Griffiths to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
DJ Style,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Christie,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Swell Maps,
Hoover,
ABBA,
Albert Ayler,
The Searchers,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fortunes,
Loose Ends,
The Index,
Young Marble Giants,
Goldenarms,
Soul Sonic Force,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blake Baxter,
Sister Nancy,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Flag,
KRS-One,
Colin Newman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Parry Music,
Lower 48,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Skatalites,
Subhumans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
K-Klass,
a-ha,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eddi Front,
Kerri Chandler,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dual Sessions,
Lightning Bolt,
Ludus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moby Grape,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Duran Duran,
The Wake,
Cal Tjader,
New Order,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eurythmics,
Skarface,
Brick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ituana,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Barracudas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pylon,
Darondo,
The Knickerbockers,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.