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 Serbia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Amazonics to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Metal Thangz,
Scientists,
DJ Style,
Gang of Four,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Womack,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Sheep,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rites of Spring,
Boredoms,
Negative Approach,
Qualms,
Jacob Miller,
Fad Gadget,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeff Mills,
Scrapy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blossom Toes,
Aswad,
Charles Mingus,
Average White Band,
Arab on Radar,
The Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cramps,
Soft Machine,
Amon Düül,
The Dave Clark Five,
Zero Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Ituana,
The Last Poets,
Connie Case,
Grandmaster Flash,
LL Cool J,
Drexciya,
Schoolly D,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlback,
Clear Light,
Albert Ayler,
X-Ray Spex,
UT,
Shoche,
Sonny Sharrock,
Outsiders,
The Count Five,
E-Dancer,
a-ha,
Lou Christie,
Ohio Players,
La Düsseldorf,
New Age Steppers,
The Velvet Underground,
Gichy Dan,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.