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 China and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Lou Reed 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 Carl Craig to the techno 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Television,
The Angels of Light,
Spandau Ballet,
Japan,
The Monks,
ABC,
Ludus,
Don Cherry,
Davy DMX,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric Copeland,
The Modern Lovers,
Michelle Simonal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soul Sonic Force,
MDC,
Mandrill,
The Divine Comedy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ossler,
L. Decosne,
Dual Sessions,
Talk Talk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Doors,
Lou Christie,
The Blackbyrds,
Cymande,
Harry Pussy,
Schoolly D,
Jacob Miller,
The Standells,
Aloha Tigers,
Chrome,
Intrusion,
Maurizio,
The Pretty Things,
Can,
U.S. Maple,
Joe Smooth,
Ohio Players,
Banda Bassotti,
Bush Tetras,
Reagan Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Steve Hackett,
Anakelly,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New York Dolls,
OOIOO,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Porter Ricks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marvin Gaye,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.