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 Netherlands and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Index to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Hoover,
The Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
Panda Bear,
The New Christs,
Massinfluence,
The Modern Lovers,
The Monks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Magazine,
Agent Orange,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-Ray Spex,
Vainqueur,
Connie Case,
Porter Ricks,
Grey Daturas,
Colin Newman,
Harry Pussy,
The Selecter,
Marc Almond,
Cybotron,
DJ Sneak,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minutemen,
The Cramps,
Stetsasonic,
The Zeros,
Althea and Donna,
The Evens,
Eric B and Rakim,
Graham Central Station,
Trumans Water,
Silicon Teens,
Eli Mardock,
Tim Buckley,
Anthony Braxton,
Danielle Patucci,
The Trojans,
The Index,
Motorama,
Delta 5,
Lightning Bolt,
David McCallum,
Rites of Spring,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mojo Men,
Ornette Coleman,
Spoonie Gee,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Doors,
Heaven 17,
The Divine Comedy,
Whodini,
Minor Threat,
The Searchers,
Public Enemy,
Ituana,
Chrome,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.