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 Latvia and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Durutti Column to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Black Moon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nils Olav,
Minnie Riperton,
cv313,
Massinfluence,
Freddie Wadling,
Wings,
Erykah Badu,
Sam Rivers,
Glambeats Corp.,
F. McDonald,
Swans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soulsonic Force,
Fat Boys,
The Martian,
Hot Snakes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wire,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chris & Cosey,
Neu!,
The Dead C,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Babytalk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Wyatt,
The Motions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roger Hodgson,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-101,
Crooked Eye,
R.M.O.,
Kurtis Blow,
Suicide,
Joensuu 1685,
The Smiths,
Deakin,
Aural Exciters,
Cheater Slicks,
The Seeds,
Idris Muhammad,
The Selecter,
The Move,
Fela Kuti,
The Dirtbombs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fatback Band,
Model 500,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Average White Band,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.