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 Kenya and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Scion to the funk 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Pantytec,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Infiniti,
Joe Smooth,
Scott Walker,
Flash Fearless,
Ponytail,
Television Personalities,
Jawbox,
Rosa Yemen,
Bob Dylan,
Model 500,
The Moody Blues,
Half Japanese,
Boredoms,
CMW,
Buzzcocks,
Sexual Harrassment,
ABC,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Soft Cell,
Ronnie Foster,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare,
the Sonics,
Scratch Acid,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Monks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nico,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Essential Logic,
Lightning Bolt,
Hoover,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tim Buckley,
The Evens,
Sixth Finger,
Stetsasonic,
Howard Jones,
Ultravox,
Wire,
Tom Boy,
Zero Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Star Department,
Matthew Halsall,
X-101,
Rakim,
Panda Bear,
Banda Bassotti,
Thee Headcoats,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lyres,
Bill Near,
Public Image Ltd.,
Donald Byrd,
The Searchers,
DJ Style,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.