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 Rwanda and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Nirvana to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
The Knickerbockers,
Joyce Sims,
Dark Day,
Grauzone,
Spandau Ballet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alphaville,
Pantaleimon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quantec,
The Standells,
John Holt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stockholm Monsters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Janne Schatter,
Jerry's Kids,
Bang On A Can,
Scan 7,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chris Corsano,
The Black Dice,
Y Pants,
Model 500,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Procol Harum,
Circle Jerks,
Radiohead,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wally Richardson,
Urselle,
Gong,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Walker Brothers,
Cymande,
The Mojo Men,
Ultravox,
Magma,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Au Pairs,
Pulsallama,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
H. Thieme,
Lalann,
Altered Images,
Theoretical Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Patti Smith,
Zero Boys,
Eddi Front,
The Cowsills,
The Mummies,
Archie Shepp,
Barclay James Harvest,
World's Most,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.