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 Togo and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Rosa Yemen to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
The Electric Prunes,
Royal Trux,
The Buckinghams,
Juan Atkins,
Man Parrish,
Popol Vuh,
K-Klass,
Skarface,
Delta 5,
Ludus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Order,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Junior Murvin,
Flash Fearless,
Ituana,
Prince Buster,
Zero Boys,
Zapp,
Fat Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minnie Riperton,
the Human League,
Accadde A,
Sight & Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultravox,
The Standells,
Surgeon,
Silicon Teens,
The Walker Brothers,
Neu!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Q65,
Cybotron,
Cecil Taylor,
Mark Hollis,
Simply Red,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amon Düül II,
Wolf Eyes,
Easy Going,
Das Ding,
A Certain Ratio,
Von Mondo,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Sherman,
John Foxx,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bill Wells,
Aloha Tigers,
The Smiths,
Gang of Four,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gap Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.