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 Uganda 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the punk 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
The Happenings,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lakeside,
Von Mondo,
John Cale,
X-101,
June Days,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Funky Four + One,
Jerry's Kids,
David McCallum,
Saccharine Trust,
Magma,
Neu!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Qualms,
The Divine Comedy,
Oneida,
James White and The Blacks,
Jandek,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Echospace,
Gang Starr,
Judy Mowatt,
Steve Hackett,
Motorama,
Alison Limerick,
Moby Grape,
Funkadelic,
Con Funk Shun,
Idris Muhammad,
The Golliwogs,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Modern Lovers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lindisfarne,
F. McDonald,
Talk Talk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Newcleus,
U.S. Maple,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joe Smooth,
Monks,
Connie Case,
Negative Approach,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Misunderstood,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kayak,
Black Bananas,
Loose Ends,
Severed Heads,
Crime,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crash Course in Science,
Man Eating Sloth,
The New Christs,
The Kinks,
Country Teasers,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.