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 Korea North and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Khruangbin to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Gong,
Jandek,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sonics,
Pantytec,
Monks,
Moby Grape,
Bootsy Collins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jimmy McGriff,
Steve Hackett,
AZ,
Agitation Free,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Human League,
Scott Walker,
June of 44,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lakeside,
Scrapy,
Infiniti,
Blossom Toes,
The Fuzztones,
The Fugs,
The Searchers,
Hoover,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tom Boy,
ABBA,
Derrick May,
Wolf Eyes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Stooges,
The United States of America,
Donald Byrd,
Minny Pops,
Massinfluence,
Andrew Hill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Accadde A,
Aural Exciters,
The Neon Judgement,
Dark Day,
Hot Snakes,
Electric Prunes,
UT,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Index,
Rod Modell,
DJ Style,
Rapeman,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Görl,
Mr. Review,
DNA,
Yazoo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fire Engines,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.