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 Kosovo and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Detroit Cobras to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Litter,
Graham Central Station,
Joy Division,
Yusef Lateef,
Alison Limerick,
Lungfish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yazoo,
These Immortal Souls,
The American Breed,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Circle Jerks,
Organ,
Unwound,
Moss Icon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Theoretical Girls,
DJ Sneak,
The Fortunes,
Todd Terry,
Cameo,
Severed Heads,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Motions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wire,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fugs,
D'Angelo,
The Evens,
Connie Case,
The Associates,
Al Stewart,
Echospace,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Little Man,
The Index,
Banda Bassotti,
Chris Corsano,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Names,
Arab on Radar,
Youth Brigade,
Funkadelic,
Whodini,
Roxette,
Darondo,
Bob Dylan,
Tommy Roe,
Howard Jones,
Vainqueur,
The Saints,
X-101,
Jacob Miller,
Cybotron,
Piero Umiliani,
The Black Dice,
Zero Boys,
Bluetip,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.