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 Nauru and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Robert Palmer 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 Bill Wells to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Eric Copeland,
Bill Near,
Hashim,
Whodini,
Alice Coltrane,
Wasted Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
Warren Ellis,
The Five Americans,
U.S. Maple,
X-101,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultravox,
The Associates,
Lalo Schifrin,
Shuggie Otis,
John Holt,
Franke,
Deadbeat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Slits,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
June of 44,
ABBA,
La Düsseldorf,
Second Layer,
Mark Hollis,
Mad Mike,
Khruangbin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Monolake,
Piero Umiliani,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Christie,
Anakelly,
Porter Ricks,
Basic Channel,
Youth Brigade,
Sonic Youth,
The Last Poets,
Magazine,
Soft Cell,
Sex Pistols,
Minnie Riperton,
Kenny Larkin,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Hood,
The American Breed,
Frankie Knuckles,
Traffic Nightmare,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sight & Sound,
Prince Buster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Human League,
Roxy Music,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.