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 Rwanda and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lyres to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
The Motions,
the Human League,
Eli Mardock,
The Dirtbombs,
Aaron Thompson,
Absolute Body Control,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Womack,
Unrelated Segments,
Bauhaus,
Isaac Hayes,
Dual Sessions,
Schoolly D,
Black Pus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Morten Harket,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
Tom Boy,
Pagans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Byron Stingily,
Crime,
The Angels of Light,
Spandau Ballet,
cv313,
Stiv Bators,
Erykah Badu,
DJ Style,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jawbox,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Todd Rundgren,
China Crisis,
Josef K,
Inner City,
Faraquet,
Aloha Tigers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks,
Suicide,
Lucky Dragons,
Letta Mbulu,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gladiators,
The Buckinghams,
Pulsallama,
Matthew Halsall,
the Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deadbeat,
Ten City,
The Sound,
The Mummies,
The Cramps,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Golliwogs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.