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 Lesotho and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Move to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Trojans,
Negative Approach,
Don Cherry,
World's Most,
The Martian,
The Associates,
Mandrill,
Mark Hollis,
The Fortunes,
The Motions,
Suburban Knight,
Procol Harum,
Byron Stingily,
Derrick May,
Albert Ayler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terrestrial Tones,
Audionom,
DJ Sneak,
Lyres,
Aswad,
Radio Birdman,
Absolute Body Control,
Pulsallama,
Chris & Cosey,
The Index,
Whodini,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Hood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Theoretical Girls,
The Saints,
Drexciya,
Rapeman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Main Source,
Essential Logic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Guru Guru,
Underground Resistance,
Oneida,
The Raincoats,
Joensuu 1685,
Stetsasonic,
the Slits,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sexual Harrassment,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deepchord,
D'Angelo,
Pierre Henry,
Ultravox,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.