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 Liechtenstein and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Guru Guru,
The Durutti Column,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fear,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Foxx,
Royal Trux,
Tommy Roe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joe Smooth,
The Moleskins,
the Sonics,
Man Parrish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flamin' Groovies,
Carl Craig,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Green,
The Pop Group,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David Axelrod,
The Walker Brothers,
Lungfish,
Vladislav Delay,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Freddie Wadling,
Angry Samoans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eurythmics,
The Golliwogs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Happenings,
Don Cherry,
Tears for Fears,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crime,
Siglo XX,
The Standells,
Pole,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Bananas,
Blancmange,
Cameo,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Index,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pantytec,
Easy Going,
Faraquet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
EPMD,
X-102,
New Order,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hot Snakes,
Peter & Gordon,
D'Angelo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.