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 South Sudan 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Funky Four + One to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Livin' Joy,
The Smoke,
Talk Talk,
Youth Brigade,
Rites of Spring,
the Soft Cell,
Second Layer,
The Motions,
The Wake,
Y Pants,
Arcadia,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Starr,
Kaleidoscope,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Age Steppers,
Bauhaus,
R.M.O.,
The Smiths,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fall,
Thompson Twins,
Idris Muhammad,
Pylon,
Yusef Lateef,
Duran Duran,
Radiopuhelimet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Echospace,
Kayak,
Camouflage,
Mandrill,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Pus,
Lou Christie,
Blancmange,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marc Almond,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lower 48,
The Sonics,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Janne Schatter,
Trumans Water,
Agitation Free,
Absolute Body Control,
The American Breed,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeff Mills,
Godley & Creme,
LL Cool J,
Dark Day,
Sparks,
Goldenarms,
Bootsy Collins,
Johnny Clarke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Monks,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.