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 Mexico and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the crunk 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
The Last Poets,
Jeff Lynne,
Monolake,
The Birthday Party,
Andrew Hill,
Procol Harum,
Technova,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Adolescents,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
Half Japanese,
The Divine Comedy,
Dead Boys,
The United States of America,
Crash Course in Science,
Pylon,
The J.B.'s,
Moby Grape,
The Monks,
John Lydon,
The Invisible,
the Germs,
Hoover,
The Move,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Albert Ayler,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed,
The Dirtbombs,
Funky Four + One,
Flipper,
PIL,
Sparks,
The Young Rascals,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Blossom Toes,
Brothers Johnson,
Marmalade,
Harmonia,
10cc,
KRS-One,
Aaron Thompson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Freddie Wadling,
Brass Construction,
Surgeon,
The Blackbyrds,
R.M.O.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Althea and Donna,
The Pop Group,
Cameo,
a-ha,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.