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 Belgium and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 Kerri Chandler to the funk 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
The Smoke,
Alphaville,
Kaleidoscope,
The Moody Blues,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tres Demented,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barry Ungar,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Evens,
Barrington Levy,
the Association,
the Soft Cell,
Chris & Cosey,
Unwound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Green,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Symarip,
Niagra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Janne Schatter,
The Walker Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
The Dave Clark Five,
KRS-One,
Boredoms,
Pierre Henry,
Half Japanese,
The Fuzztones,
Guru Guru,
Porter Ricks,
Fatback Band,
Dead Boys,
The Move,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultra Naté,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sexual Harrassment,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare,
Loose Ends,
The Busters,
L. Decosne,
AZ,
Hardrive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alison Limerick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Sound Behaviour,
Siglo XX,
Laurel Aitken,
Tim Buckley,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.