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 Iraq and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Von Mondo to the punk 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Main Source,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mandrill,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crime,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Can,
China Crisis,
Donald Byrd,
Rites of Spring,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Guru Guru,
Ornette Coleman,
Kenny Larkin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Delta 5,
The Star Department,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radiohead,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gichy Dan,
Surgeon,
Lindisfarne,
John Coltrane,
Lakeside,
Pussy Galore,
Ronan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Faust,
Cybotron,
New York Dolls,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mojo Men,
The Black Dice,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Al Stewart,
The Toasters,
Erasure,
Panda Bear,
E-Dancer,
The Misunderstood,
The Pop Group,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-102,
The Happenings,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Half Japanese,
The Names,
The Grass Roots,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Slave,
Metal Thangz,
Andrew Hill,
FM Einheit,
Donny Hathaway,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Skarface,
Banda Bassotti,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.