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 Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Graham Central Station to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Outsiders,
The Slackers,
The Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Five Americans,
Massinfluence,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cal Tjader,
Godley & Creme,
K-Klass,
New Age Steppers,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dead Boys,
The Names,
The Residents,
Ornette Coleman,
David Bowie,
Ohio Players,
The American Breed,
Ronnie Foster,
Maurizio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rites of Spring,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Human League,
Jandek,
The Star Department,
Young Marble Giants,
Kevin Saunderson,
Matthew Halsall,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arcadia,
Fugazi,
Idris Muhammad,
Yaz,
Iggy Pop,
Ludus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Nik Kershaw,
Fad Gadget,
The Victims,
Kerri Chandler,
Eve St. Jones,
Sex Pistols,
Eddi Front,
Main Source,
Marvin Gaye,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brass Construction,
Robert Hood,
Siglo XX,
FM Einheit,
Niagra,
Matthew Bourne,
Franke,
Susan Cadogan,
June Days,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.