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 Rwanda and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the dance 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Jandek,
Excepter,
The Fire Engines,
Leonard Cohen,
The Index,
Silicon Teens,
the Association,
Todd Rundgren,
Harry Pussy,
Dual Sessions,
Hardrive,
Thompson Twins,
Hashim,
Janne Schatter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Techniques,
Laurel Aitken,
Niagra,
L. Decosne,
Arab on Radar,
The Real Kids,
Minnie Riperton,
Wally Richardson,
Pussy Galore,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Grass Roots,
Parry Music,
Matthew Halsall,
Minny Pops,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oneida,
Gang Gang Dance,
Interpol,
Goldenarms,
Brand Nubian,
The Fugs,
Adolescents,
Pharoah Sanders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dark Day,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ituana,
Anakelly,
Stetsasonic,
Sam Rivers,
Crime,
Iggy Pop,
Rapeman,
Tomorrow,
Agent Orange,
Infiniti,
The Associates,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spoonie Gee,
Symarip,
Bobby Byrd,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.