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 Mexico and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grandmaster Flash to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
La Düsseldorf,
The Zeros,
Rites of Spring,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
F. McDonald,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pantytec,
The Golliwogs,
Saccharine Trust,
Stereo Dub,
Index,
Eli Mardock,
The Vogues,
Harry Pussy,
Hot Snakes,
The New Christs,
June of 44,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Associates,
James White and The Blacks,
The Monochrome Set,
Matthew Bourne,
Newcleus,
Panda Bear,
Ornette Coleman,
Funky Four + One,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mantronix,
The Fire Engines,
The Happenings,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lebanon Hanover,
Infiniti,
Andrew Hill,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
CMW,
Marc Almond,
Nirvana,
ABC,
Second Layer,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Womack,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scott Walker,
Grauzone,
Faraquet,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeff Mills,
The Fuzztones,
Mad Mike,
Parry Music,
Monks,
Spandau Ballet,
Rekid,
Cameo,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.