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 Paraguay and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Human League to the grime 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quantec,
Popol Vuh,
Nik Kershaw,
Pole,
Judy Mowatt,
Con Funk Shun,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Sheep,
The Searchers,
The Blackbyrds,
Sarah Menescal,
Laurel Aitken,
U.S. Maple,
Sound Behaviour,
Dark Day,
Soul II Soul,
Todd Rundgren,
Fluxion,
the Normal,
The Toasters,
The J.B.'s,
Bronski Beat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Organ,
Masters at Work,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bush Tetras,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Black Dice,
Delon & Dalcan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scrapy,
Bobby Byrd,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rotary Connection,
Soft Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Banda Bassotti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Anakelly,
Barry Ungar,
Groovy Waters,
Yaz,
Lyres,
Jacques Brel,
Black Pus,
Bizarre Inc.,
The New Christs,
Andrew Hill,
B.T. Express,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Slave,
Tommy Roe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jacob Miller,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.