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 Vanuatu and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bluetip,
The Associates,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dennis Brown,
Davy DMX,
Alphaville,
Jerry's Kids,
Popol Vuh,
Howard Jones,
Lou Christie,
Cameo,
Surgeon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Schoolly D,
The Electric Prunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Names,
Kas Product,
Clear Light,
Charles Mingus,
The Red Krayola,
Loose Ends,
The Seeds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronnie Foster,
The Vogues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grey Daturas,
The Neon Judgement,
The Saints,
The Mummies,
Matthew Halsall,
Ituana,
Heaven 17,
Saccharine Trust,
Babytalk,
Liliput,
Circle Jerks,
The Smoke,
Fluxion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sound Behaviour,
Sixth Finger,
Neu!,
The Cure,
Khruangbin,
Mandrill,
Barrington Levy,
Hoover,
PIL,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Adolescents,
T. Rex,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.