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 Guatemala and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 L. Decosne to the dance 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
The Gap Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cramps,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Christie,
Laurel Aitken,
Roxy Music,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sonics,
China Crisis,
The Velvet Underground,
Althea and Donna,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Last Poets,
Funky Four + One,
Organ,
Neil Young,
Gabor Szabo,
Procol Harum,
The Martian,
Ituana,
The Grass Roots,
The Dead C,
Quantec,
Deakin,
Joy Division,
Brothers Johnson,
Oblivians,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cheater Slicks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Byron Stingily,
Hot Snakes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Japan,
The Fall,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gong,
Andrew Hill,
Bronski Beat,
The Fortunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sight & Sound,
Flipper,
B.T. Express,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter and Kerry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rapeman,
Yusef Lateef,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Beau Brummels,
Make Up,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.