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 Philippines and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Suburban Knight to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
MC5,
Jerry Gold Smith,
CMW,
Motorama,
kango's stein massive,
Guru Guru,
Trumans Water,
Easy Going,
Max Romeo,
The J.B.'s,
New Age Steppers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Angels of Light,
Drexciya,
The Raincoats,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mr. Review,
FM Einheit,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moebius,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott Heron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Birthday Party,
Spoonie Gee,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New York Dolls,
Grauzone,
Terrestrial Tones,
Groovy Waters,
The Misunderstood,
Deakin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Schoolly D,
Joe Finger,
Sam Rivers,
The Gap Band,
Warsaw,
Country Teasers,
Gong,
Ohio Players,
Barry Ungar,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Darondo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Index,
L. Decosne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Y Pants,
Sun City Girls,
This Heat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.