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 Qatar and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Eden Ahbez 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Pretty Things,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dark Day,
Joensuu 1685,
Cheater Slicks,
Derrick Morgan,
Eden Ahbez,
Delta 5,
Mad Mike,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hashim,
Brothers Johnson,
CMW,
Josef K,
EPMD,
Von Mondo,
Ten City,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultravox,
Leonard Cohen,
Boredoms,
Archie Shepp,
The Buckinghams,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barry Ungar,
Amon Düül,
Accadde A,
Ohio Players,
Blancmange,
Sound Behaviour,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Womack,
The Knickerbockers,
Hardrive,
Tommy Roe,
Donny Hathaway,
Graham Central Station,
Yazoo,
Model 500,
Gang Green,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Shoche,
Joe Smooth,
Rosa Yemen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gong,
ABC,
Erykah Badu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Malaria!,
The Electric Prunes,
Alphaville,
Ronnie Foster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Susan Cadogan,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.