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 Haiti and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Kerri Chandler to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Glambeats Corp.,
Warren Ellis,
Lalann,
Animal Collective,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kurtis Blow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kayak,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quantec,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
Groovy Waters,
Agitation Free,
Talk Talk,
Bill Wells,
Albert Ayler,
Ponytail,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mummies,
The Invisible,
Joe Smooth,
The Slackers,
Eden Ahbez,
Model 500,
Anakelly,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DNA,
This Heat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wolf Eyes,
Magma,
The Smiths,
Derrick May,
Pierre Henry,
The Fortunes,
48th St. Collective,
Mr. Review,
Parry Music,
B.T. Express,
Beasts of Bourbon,
T.S.O.L.,
Bill Near,
Fatback Band,
The Remains,
Delon & Dalcan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Stooges,
Tommy Roe,
Skriet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Graham Central Station,
Radiopuhelimet,
Piero Umiliani,
Moby Grape,
The Fugs,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.