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 Norway and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 the Sonics to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Lungfish,
Procol Harum,
Kas Product,
James White and The Blacks,
Freddie Wadling,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Residents,
Marvin Gaye,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Spandau Ballet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Letta Mbulu,
Josef K,
Matthew Halsall,
the Bar-Kays,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Moon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amon Düül,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Buckinghams,
Oblivians,
Skaos,
Danielle Patucci,
The Kinks,
10cc,
The United States of America,
Neu!,
Minny Pops,
World's Most,
Scott Walker,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Sonics,
Wally Richardson,
The Monks,
Das Ding,
Girls At Our Best!,
Supertramp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Star Department,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Theoretical Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Guru Guru,
Ronnie Foster,
Flipper,
The Alarm Clocks,
In Retrospect,
Yellowson,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Soft Cell,
CMW,
The Golliwogs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
ABC,
The New Christs,
Magazine,
Pharoah Sanders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Donny Hathaway,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.