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 Uzbekistan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Blues Magoos,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vainqueur,
Chris & Cosey,
10cc,
Bill Wells,
F. McDonald,
Ultimate Spinach,
UT,
Arab on Radar,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Con Funk Shun,
Josef K,
Grey Daturas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Television,
World's Most,
PIL,
Bush Tetras,
Camberwell Now,
Sister Nancy,
Model 500,
the Soft Cell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Remains,
Excepter,
Soul II Soul,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Womack,
Ronan,
Reuben Wilson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Masters at Work,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lindisfarne,
The Moleskins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sugar Minott,
Cecil Taylor,
Scientists,
Freddie Wadling,
Tim Buckley,
DJ Style,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aaron Thompson,
Dennis Brown,
June Days,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fortunes,
Matthew Bourne,
Khruangbin,
Nico,
Judy Mowatt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terry Callier,
The Last Poets,
Glenn Branca,
Boz Scaggs,
The Trojans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.