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 Gambia and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Faraquet to the funk 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultra Naté,
The Residents,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Barracudas,
L. Decosne,
Robert Hood,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
cv313,
Agitation Free,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Blackbyrds,
The Neon Judgement,
The Moody Blues,
The Seeds,
The Index,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Eating Sloth,
Michelle Simonal,
Unwound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ken Boothe,
Echospace,
Barry Ungar,
Gong,
The Gun Club,
Faraquet,
Jeff Lynne,
The Last Poets,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fuzztones,
10cc,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Cale,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Matthew Halsall,
Brothers Johnson,
Barbara Tucker,
Spandau Ballet,
Hashim,
the Normal,
Circle Jerks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
The Fortunes,
Skaos,
The Moleskins,
Pagans,
Fat Boys,
Godley & Creme,
The Offenders,
Blake Baxter,
the Association,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tomorrow,
Simply Red,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Soft Cell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.