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 Papua New Guinea and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Simply Red to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
The Leaves,
Rites of Spring,
The Smiths,
Bang On A Can,
Tim Buckley,
Mars,
Procol Harum,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Sam Rivers,
Eli Mardock,
The Move,
Banda Bassotti,
Idris Muhammad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Japan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fall,
David McCallum,
The Seeds,
Gang of Four,
The Invisible,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ken Boothe,
Angry Samoans,
Agitation Free,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
AZ,
Pere Ubu,
The Evens,
Scott Walker,
OOIOO,
The Birthday Party,
Hardrive,
Gang Green,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Moleskins,
Monolake,
The Smoke,
Pylon,
The Durutti Column,
Stiv Bators,
EPMD,
Crash Course in Science,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deakin,
Bluetip,
Quadrant,
Magazine,
Pantytec,
Panda Bear,
The Cowsills,
Marvin Gaye,
The Knickerbockers,
the Human League,
The Red Krayola,
Slick Rick,
Wolf Eyes,
Circle Jerks,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.