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 Luxembourg and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 The Kinks to the dance 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Sight & Sound,
Japan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lalann,
Swell Maps,
The Tremeloes,
R.M.O.,
Sun Ra,
The Last Poets,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pierre Henry,
Surgeon,
Bauhaus,
Rekid,
Wally Richardson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kurtis Blow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Das Ding,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eddi Front,
Eurythmics,
Neu!,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Lydon,
Newcleus,
U.S. Maple,
The Happenings,
The Zeros,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crooked Eye,
Howard Jones,
Sandy B,
Second Layer,
Joy Division,
Danielle Patucci,
Magazine,
Clear Light,
Pulsallama,
Derrick Morgan,
Excepter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Monolake,
Amon Düül II,
The Busters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gong,
Spoonie Gee,
Alton Ellis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Con Funk Shun,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bronski Beat,
Faraquet,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.