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 Ethiopia and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crash Course in Science to the dance 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
World's Most,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gun Club,
Sandy B,
Animal Collective,
Drexciya,
The Seeds,
Grauzone,
The Happenings,
a-ha,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Excepter,
Pere Ubu,
Pantaleimon,
The Gap Band,
Dave Gahan,
Eddi Front,
Mad Mike,
Darondo,
Gabor Szabo,
The Real Kids,
Sex Pistols,
Circle Jerks,
Adolescents,
Deakin,
The Searchers,
the Association,
Funky Four + One,
David Bowie,
Interpol,
Maurizio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Beau Brummels,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jawbox,
Joe Smooth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ronan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Carl Craig,
Urselle,
DJ Sneak,
Quadrant,
Loose Ends,
Jeff Mills,
The Buckinghams,
The Music Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New Order,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pulsallama,
Faust,
Malaria!,
The Fortunes,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.