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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Quantec to the grime 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Kas Product,
ABBA,
Television,
Index,
Monolake,
Pussy Galore,
DNA,
Ohio Players,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roger Hodgson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Donald Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rekid,
Crash Course in Science,
Gastr Del Sol,
Anthony Braxton,
K-Klass,
The Sound,
Von Mondo,
Zapp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Echospace,
Matthew Bourne,
Ronnie Foster,
B.T. Express,
The Monks,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Sneak,
Pierre Henry,
David Bowie,
Todd Rundgren,
Connie Case,
Amazonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
In Retrospect,
The Moleskins,
Camberwell Now,
Kaleidoscope,
Lucky Dragons,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare,
Jacques Brel,
Mantronix,
Porter Ricks,
Juan Atkins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric Copeland,
The Slackers,
Easy Going,
Parry Music,
Funky Four + One,
New Order,
Joensuu 1685,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lakeside,
Minutemen,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.