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 Slovenia and from New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Y Pants to the electroclash 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Boz Scaggs,
Henry Cow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacques Brel,
Supertramp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Interpol,
Average White Band,
Skaos,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Archie Shepp,
Liliput,
Ultra Naté,
Howard Jones,
The Wake,
Neil Young,
Amazonics,
Outsiders,
Von Mondo,
The Human League,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radiohead,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aural Exciters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pussy Galore,
Barbara Tucker,
Silicon Teens,
Derrick Morgan,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cowsills,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rotary Connection,
H. Thieme,
Mo-Dettes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eurythmics,
The Real Kids,
Sun Ra,
Lalann,
Josef K,
Magazine,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scrapy,
DNA,
Qualms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Young Marble Giants,
Pantytec,
Roxy Music,
Shoche,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wasted Youth,
Trumans Water,
The Standells,
Zapp,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.