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 Greece and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Sonics to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Tres Demented,
DJ Sneak,
Kerrie Biddell,
Con Funk Shun,
Massinfluence,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chrome,
Cheater Slicks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Raincoats,
Dawn Penn,
Neil Young,
Shuggie Otis,
The Martian,
The Walker Brothers,
Roxy Music,
Kaleidoscope,
Liliput,
Lower 48,
Steve Hackett,
The Knickerbockers,
Country Teasers,
Mars,
Audionom,
The Doobie Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stiv Bators,
JFA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Evens,
New Order,
DNA,
The Names,
Darondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Duran Duran,
FM Einheit,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dave Gahan,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roy Ayers,
Tim Buckley,
Ossler,
Trumans Water,
Pharoah Sanders,
Parry Music,
Sound Behaviour,
Soulsonic Force,
Magazine,
Danielle Patucci,
Amon Düül II,
Average White Band,
The Zeros,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.