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 the UAE and from Calgary.
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 Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Crispy Ambulance to the disco 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Nas,
Eric Copeland,
Young Marble Giants,
The Names,
Gong,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare,
Ossler,
Fugazi,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pole,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harry Pussy,
The Litter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Connie Case,
Echospace,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Womack,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dennis Brown,
Graham Central Station,
The Stooges,
Von Mondo,
Gabor Szabo,
Joyce Sims,
The Velvet Underground,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Drexciya,
Parry Music,
Can,
Wings,
Kurtis Blow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minor Threat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marmalade,
Depeche Mode,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Half Japanese,
Bill Wells,
Bootsy Collins,
Banda Bassotti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kenny Larkin,
Sonic Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eddi Front,
Slick Rick,
The Walker Brothers,
David Bowie,
Nirvana,
R.M.O.,
The Index,
Eric Dolphy,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.