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 Mauritius and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
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 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 the Fania All-Stars to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Rekid 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 grunge 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Easy Going,
Kas Product,
Dave Gahan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pylon,
Q and Not U,
D'Angelo,
Neu!,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultravox,
Los Fastidios,
Au Pairs,
Magazine,
Joy Division,
The Monks,
Nas,
David Axelrod,
The Red Krayola,
Darondo,
Loose Ends,
The Blues Magoos,
Spoonie Gee,
Morten Harket,
Angry Samoans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rod Modell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Al Stewart,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Wake,
Ten City,
Hardrive,
Livin' Joy,
Erasure,
The Doors,
Marvin Gaye,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eli Mardock,
John Foxx,
the Human League,
The Durutti Column,
Public Enemy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Basic Channel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Q65,
Quando Quango,
Man Eating Sloth,
Niagra,
Michelle Simonal,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marc Almond,
Lalann,
Zero Boys,
Television Personalities,
Marshall Jefferson,
U.S. Maple,
Mandrill,
The Detroit Cobras,
Circle Jerks,
Massinfluence,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.