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 Rwanda and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Slave,
Oblivians,
Nas,
John Holt,
Goldenarms,
Letta Mbulu,
Radio Birdman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeru the Damaja,
Massinfluence,
Soulsonic Force,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hot Snakes,
Magazine,
Ice-T,
Ken Boothe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Star Department,
X-102,
In Retrospect,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Todd Rundgren,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Zeros,
Young Marble Giants,
Kas Product,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Seeds,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun City Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
The Litter,
Agent Orange,
The Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dennis Brown,
Ludus,
Steve Hackett,
Gong,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Human League,
Hardrive,
Todd Terry,
Yellowson,
The Velvet Underground,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick May,
Kayak,
June Days,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scan 7,
Janne Schatter,
Aural Exciters,
Ituana,
Intrusion,
The Moody Blues,
The Pop Group,
Porter Ricks,
Model 500,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.