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 Malawi and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Panda Bear to the rap 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Soft Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Count Five,
Henry Cow,
The Young Rascals,
Pulsallama,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blossom Toes,
Joyce Sims,
Ornette Coleman,
UT,
Mandrill,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter and Kerry,
Cameo,
Janne Schatter,
Jerry's Kids,
Mantronix,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David Bowie,
R.M.O.,
Patti Smith,
Prince Buster,
Shoche,
Glenn Branca,
Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hasil Adkins,
Mo-Dettes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oneida,
The Slackers,
Lyres,
The Gladiators,
Little Man,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DNA,
The Fuzztones,
Adolescents,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deadbeat,
MDC,
Tom Boy,
The Monochrome Set,
Marmalade,
Pantytec,
Livin' Joy,
Aloha Tigers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Urselle,
The Mojo Men,
Negative Approach,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soulsonic Force,
David Axelrod,
Smog,
Cheater Slicks,
The Raincoats,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.