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 Slovakia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 U.S. Maple to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gong,
Harmonia,
Eli Mardock,
Prince Buster,
Fear,
Marmalade,
Godley & Creme,
The Neon Judgement,
Alton Ellis,
Whodini,
Sam Rivers,
Surgeon,
Royal Trux,
Stetsasonic,
Nils Olav,
Suicide,
Thompson Twins,
John Holt,
The Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Electric Prunes,
The Vogues,
The Music Machine,
The Gun Club,
The Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Malaria!,
Radiohead,
Agent Orange,
Frankie Knuckles,
Glenn Branca,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deadbeat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rekid,
The Trojans,
Sugar Minott,
Marvin Gaye,
Henry Cow,
Freddie Wadling,
The Pop Group,
Little Man,
Roger Hodgson,
Urselle,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Albert Ayler,
Roxette,
Don Cherry,
Talk Talk,
Blossom Toes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moby Grape,
Sixth Finger,
Jeff Lynne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oneida,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.