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 Samoa and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Mark Hollis to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Wolf Eyes,
Zero Boys,
June Days,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Tremeloes,
Metal Thangz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pere Ubu,
DJ Sneak,
Guru Guru,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soft Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
New Age Steppers,
D'Angelo,
Morten Harket,
World's Most,
Tom Boy,
KRS-One,
Parry Music,
Brand Nubian,
The Busters,
Animal Collective,
The United States of America,
Robert Hood,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eddi Front,
The Fire Engines,
Model 500,
David McCallum,
Matthew Bourne,
Pierre Henry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Junior Murvin,
Jandek,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mojo Men,
Roy Ayers,
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Susan Cadogan,
Half Japanese,
Carl Craig,
Agent Orange,
Barclay James Harvest,
Michelle Simonal,
Panda Bear,
Eve St. Jones,
Sound Behaviour,
Warren Ellis,
Unwound,
The Slits,
B.T. Express,
Essential Logic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deepchord,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.