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 Lithuania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the dance 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rekid,
New Order,
Organ,
the Sonics,
Electric Prunes,
Wasted Youth,
Tomorrow,
Cecil Taylor,
Wire,
B.T. Express,
The Divine Comedy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Offenders,
The Index,
Funky Four + One,
The Slits,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
EPMD,
Prince Buster,
Symarip,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Reagan Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Toasters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dual Sessions,
Shuggie Otis,
The J.B.'s,
Roxy Music,
Leonard Cohen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Monolake,
The Saints,
Fat Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neu!,
Blancmange,
Cybotron,
Jacob Miller,
Can,
E-Dancer,
a-ha,
Loose Ends,
Roger Hodgson,
Livin' Joy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Görl,
Pylon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sällskapet,
The Black Dice,
The Skatalites,
Absolute Body Control,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.