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 Nicaragua and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Make Up to the grime 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Darondo,
Rekid,
Lindisfarne,
Talk Talk,
Television Personalities,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sällskapet,
L. Decosne,
Barry Ungar,
Dawn Penn,
Arcadia,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Move,
Byron Stingily,
Visage,
Zapp,
Kas Product,
Sarah Menescal,
Quantec,
Absolute Body Control,
Tears for Fears,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fuzztones,
Alice Coltrane,
Saccharine Trust,
Cal Tjader,
The Mojo Men,
La Düsseldorf,
Quando Quango,
Black Flag,
The Cure,
The Pop Group,
The Angels of Light,
10cc,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Make Up,
The Red Krayola,
Japan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nirvana,
Soulsonic Force,
Agent Orange,
Gabor Szabo,
The Golliwogs,
Vainqueur,
The Vogues,
The Gories,
Pere Ubu,
ABC,
X-102,
Sugar Minott,
Motorama,
Slick Rick,
Roxette,
The Evens,
Neil Young,
The Buckinghams,
Mantronix,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.