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 Iraq and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 New Age Steppers 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Lee Hazlewood,
Au Pairs,
The Cramps,
Robert Wyatt,
Jacob Miller,
The Cowsills,
Blossom Toes,
Moby Grape,
D'Angelo,
Ultra Naté,
The Tremeloes,
Neil Young,
Q and Not U,
Mr. Review,
World's Most,
The Alarm Clocks,
Reuben Wilson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Average White Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scott Walker,
Lightning Bolt,
Anthony Braxton,
Nas,
Roger Hodgson,
The Angels of Light,
Connie Case,
A Certain Ratio,
KRS-One,
The Blues Magoos,
The Martian,
Frankie Knuckles,
Albert Ayler,
Charles Mingus,
The Young Rascals,
Todd Terry,
Rapeman,
Amazonics,
Rites of Spring,
Lower 48,
The Birthday Party,
David Axelrod,
The Velvet Underground,
Nico,
Joyce Sims,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hot Snakes,
The Slackers,
the Soft Cell,
Bronski Beat,
Jawbox,
Schoolly D,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
48th St. Collective,
Mission of Burma,
Minutemen,
Vainqueur,
JFA,
X-101,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bauhaus,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.