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 Seychelles and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
New Order,
The Gories,
Aaron Thompson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
CMW,
Bob Dylan,
Radiohead,
Tim Buckley,
Michelle Simonal,
Spandau Ballet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Unwound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
cv313,
Mark Hollis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Junior Murvin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marmalade,
Soft Machine,
Infiniti,
Minny Pops,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sparks,
Max Romeo,
Alison Limerick,
Mr. Review,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Y Pants,
Ultra Naté,
Flipper,
The Blackbyrds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Darondo,
Babytalk,
Black Bananas,
Ornette Coleman,
Magazine,
Television Personalities,
Panda Bear,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Basic Channel,
Porter Ricks,
The Toasters,
Bootsy Collins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flash Fearless,
Soul II Soul,
Harmonia,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David McCallum,
Faraquet,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Vogues,
KRS-One,
Janne Schatter,
kango's stein massive,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.