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 Monaco and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Standells to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Urselle,
Warsaw,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Move,
The Blues Magoos,
Tears for Fears,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sonics,
Suicide,
Scientists,
Babytalk,
Television,
La Düsseldorf,
the Sonics,
The Divine Comedy,
Connie Case,
Joe Finger,
Gichy Dan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yazoo,
Second Layer,
Lou Christie,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vainqueur,
The Slits,
Avey Tare,
The Victims,
Carl Craig,
Don Cherry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moebius,
Masters at Work,
Kool Moe Dee,
Smog,
DJ Style,
Grauzone,
Faraquet,
Alison Limerick,
Wasted Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roxy Music,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eli Mardock,
Rekid,
Chris Corsano,
The Martian,
Ornette Coleman,
Amon Düül,
Rosa Yemen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sparks,
Erasure,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boz Scaggs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rakim,
Bauhaus,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.