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 Liberia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Ornette Coleman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang of Four,
Adolescents,
Half Japanese,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quadrant,
Lungfish,
Duran Duran,
World's Most,
The Techniques,
The Pop Group,
Dark Day,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hasil Adkins,
JFA,
Aural Exciters,
Second Layer,
Soft Cell,
Von Mondo,
The Toasters,
Talk Talk,
Quando Quango,
Donald Byrd,
Terry Callier,
The Real Kids,
Simply Red,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chrome,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skriet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tears for Fears,
Camouflage,
Mad Mike,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The J.B.'s,
Mark Hollis,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric Dolphy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barry Ungar,
Television,
Wire,
Sparks,
The Remains,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric Copeland,
R.M.O.,
Outsiders,
The Birthday Party,
Soul II Soul,
Joe Smooth,
Drexciya,
Josef K,
Qualms,
Howard Jones,
L. Decosne,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.