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 Libya and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Massinfluence to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Suburban Knight,
Easy Going,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hot Snakes,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fuzztones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chris Corsano,
the Normal,
Pantytec,
Crispy Ambulance,
Delon & Dalcan,
Q and Not U,
Nirvana,
One Last Wish,
Bluetip,
Gerry Rafferty,
Clear Light,
China Crisis,
The Gladiators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pussy Galore,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Swans,
AZ,
The Dead C,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Fania All-Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crime,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amazonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nik Kershaw,
Leonard Cohen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
The Techniques,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The J.B.'s,
Lindisfarne,
Nico,
Infiniti,
Vladislav Delay,
Blake Baxter,
Ossler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oneida,
Maurizio,
Deepchord,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Sheep,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Modern Lovers,
Skaos,
Sonic Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.