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 Korea South and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Gastr Del Sol to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Ken Boothe,
Nirvana,
The Smoke,
Royal Trux,
Al Stewart,
Electric Prunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fad Gadget,
EPMD,
Pylon,
a-ha,
Barbara Tucker,
Cybotron,
Ponytail,
Reuben Wilson,
Marine Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vladislav Delay,
Fugazi,
Freddie Wadling,
Intrusion,
Grandmaster Flash,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Music Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Massinfluence,
Deadbeat,
Joensuu 1685,
June of 44,
Schoolly D,
Moss Icon,
Black Sheep,
Monks,
The Wake,
Letta Mbulu,
Juan Atkins,
Byron Stingily,
Mantronix,
Ronnie Foster,
Dual Sessions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Bananas,
the Human League,
The Buckinghams,
Loose Ends,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harmonia,
E-Dancer,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fall,
Interpol,
Sam Rivers,
Andrew Hill,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cure,
Nas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Niagra,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.