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 Solomon Islands and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Lalo Schifrin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Quando Quango,
Altered Images,
The Fire Engines,
Pulsallama,
H. Thieme,
Ludus,
John Lydon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lalo Schifrin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang On A Can,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David Bowie,
Smog,
Average White Band,
Shuggie Otis,
The Kinks,
Negative Approach,
Thompson Twins,
The Gun Club,
Spandau Ballet,
Model 500,
Harry Pussy,
Swell Maps,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Swans,
Barrington Levy,
The Knickerbockers,
Arthur Verocai,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hashim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blossom Toes,
The Fugs,
Alison Limerick,
The Smoke,
Absolute Body Control,
Henry Cow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Seeds,
Surgeon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed,
Roger Hodgson,
X-101,
Roxy Music,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Birthday Party,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
KRS-One,
Archie Shepp,
Pere Ubu,
Hot Snakes,
Magma,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neu!,
The Angels of Light,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Parry Music,
the Human League,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.