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 Serbia and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Donald Byrd to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Sun City Girls,
Oneida,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Move,
Q65,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Byrd,
Dorothy Ashby,
The American Breed,
The Seeds,
Ultimate Spinach,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Bar-Kays,
Sparks,
ABBA,
The Victims,
The Fire Engines,
Barry Ungar,
the Sonics,
Symarip,
Dennis Brown,
Fad Gadget,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Detroit Cobras,
Todd Rundgren,
Tres Demented,
Danielle Patucci,
Barbara Tucker,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skarface,
The Residents,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Maurizio,
Letta Mbulu,
Tom Boy,
The Velvet Underground,
Freddie Wadling,
JFA,
Porter Ricks,
Ornette Coleman,
Boredoms,
Crispian St. Peters,
Banda Bassotti,
Technova,
Blancmange,
Franke,
Bluetip,
Fela Kuti,
Ohio Players,
U.S. Maple,
Arcadia,
Dual Sessions,
DJ Sneak,
L. Decosne,
Peter and Kerry,
Cymande,
Interpol,
Joyce Sims,
Lungfish,
Soul II Soul,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.