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 Spain and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gang Starr to the disco 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Royal Trux,
This Heat,
Skarface,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
D'Angelo,
Los Fastidios,
Moby Grape,
Sparks,
Index,
The Gladiators,
Pussy Galore,
Infiniti,
Matthew Bourne,
Zero Boys,
John Coltrane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ronan,
Supertramp,
Sugar Minott,
Lakeside,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cecil Taylor,
Thompson Twins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Porter Ricks,
Circle Jerks,
10cc,
The Gap Band,
Hardrive,
Bauhaus,
Monks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Todd Terry,
Dark Day,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smoke,
Crash Course in Science,
K-Klass,
Morten Harket,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roxette,
The Busters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Althea and Donna,
Thee Headcoats,
Symarip,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dead C,
48th St. Collective,
The Litter,
Harry Pussy,
cv313,
Skaos,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.