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 Norway and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Supertramp,
Nirvana,
Arab on Radar,
The Young Rascals,
Sound Behaviour,
Motorama,
Jesper Dahlback,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Morten Harket,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lyres,
Monolake,
Bill Near,
The Invisible,
Minutemen,
The Skatalites,
Warsaw,
Young Marble Giants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Negative Approach,
Technova,
Black Bananas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
kango's stein massive,
Lindisfarne,
Hoover,
Clear Light,
Archie Shepp,
Barbara Tucker,
Unrelated Segments,
Quadrant,
Underground Resistance,
Pierre Henry,
Bang On A Can,
The Smoke,
Bad Manners,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Surgeon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Audionom,
Cymande,
Eli Mardock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David Axelrod,
Jandek,
The Knickerbockers,
Nils Olav,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
10cc,
Sex Pistols,
JFA,
Rhythm & Sound,
K-Klass,
Pussy Galore,
The Slits,
Glenn Branca,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.