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 Slovakia and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Magma to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Swans,
Country Teasers,
Laurel Aitken,
Outsiders,
Gang Green,
Pierre Henry,
The Mummies,
Livin' Joy,
Jerry's Kids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
OOIOO,
Flash Fearless,
Barry Ungar,
Faraquet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Germs,
Dead Boys,
Brass Construction,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bang On A Can,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fatback Band,
Khruangbin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
H. Thieme,
X-102,
Lee Hazlewood,
Al Stewart,
cv313,
KRS-One,
Ludus,
Theoretical Girls,
The Smoke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Depeche Mode,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funkadelic,
Ohio Players,
Roy Ayers,
T. Rex,
Young Marble Giants,
Dennis Brown,
Scion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Monolake,
Bootsy Collins,
Cal Tjader,
Organ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agitation Free,
Howard Jones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
L. Decosne,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.