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 Burundi and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the rock 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Lungfish,
Pantaleimon,
Negative Approach,
Davy DMX,
The Walker Brothers,
Zapp,
Blake Baxter,
The Fuzztones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pierre Henry,
Nik Kershaw,
Tim Buckley,
One Last Wish,
Marc Almond,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Frankie Knuckles,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Monks,
Bill Near,
Royal Trux,
Deakin,
Das Ding,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tears for Fears,
Newcleus,
Derrick Morgan,
Erykah Badu,
Grey Daturas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
In Retrospect,
Johnny Osbourne,
D'Angelo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camberwell Now,
The American Breed,
Rakim,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kenny Larkin,
Chris Corsano,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Trojans,
Bush Tetras,
Chrome,
Nils Olav,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Magazine,
Lindisfarne,
Fluxion,
Pere Ubu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tom Boy,
Soulsonic Force,
Yellowson,
The United States of America,
Talk Talk,
Buzzcocks,
Groovy Waters,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.