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 Argentina and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pylon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Fat Boys,
DNA,
Bobby Byrd,
Slick Rick,
Fad Gadget,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Q and Not U,
Altered Images,
Interpol,
Rites of Spring,
James White and The Blacks,
The Offenders,
Man Eating Sloth,
Archie Shepp,
Accadde A,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wire,
D'Angelo,
Simply Red,
The Stooges,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terry Callier,
The Seeds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Depeche Mode,
Duran Duran,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Albert Ayler,
Franke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cure,
Todd Terry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thompson Twins,
The Modern Lovers,
Youth Brigade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kaleidoscope,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Green,
Guru Guru,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
The Blackbyrds,
Bill Wells,
JFA,
Carl Craig,
Arab on Radar,
Iggy Pop,
Ossler,
The Grass Roots,
Skarface,
Robert Wyatt,
The Misunderstood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fatback Band,
Lindisfarne,
Susan Cadogan,
Sällskapet,
Minnie Riperton,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.