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 Andorra and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Loose Ends to the funk 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Isaac Hayes,
Glenn Branca,
Al Stewart,
Fatback Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Martian,
Parry Music,
Ultravox,
Minny Pops,
Masters at Work,
Jesper Dahlback,
UT,
DJ Sneak,
Schoolly D,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Danielle Patucci,
The Neon Judgement,
Sister Nancy,
Arab on Radar,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dirtbombs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brothers Johnson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
B.T. Express,
Excepter,
Rotary Connection,
AZ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Black Dice,
John Holt,
Technova,
Motorama,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nirvana,
Roy Ayers,
The Last Poets,
The Standells,
Panda Bear,
Camberwell Now,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Byrd,
Maleditus Sound,
JFA,
Whodini,
The Leaves,
Matthew Halsall,
Sällskapet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bluetip,
Sun Ra,
Ohio Players,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Zero Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.