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 Belize and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 OOIOO to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
T. Rex,
Alphaville,
The Dave Clark Five,
Franke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Japan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Pus,
10cc,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Das Ding,
Von Mondo,
Sonic Youth,
The Techniques,
Oblivians,
Echospace,
Procol Harum,
Skaos,
Kevin Saunderson,
Duran Duran,
Goldenarms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wolf Eyes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Masters at Work,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deepchord,
The Alarm Clocks,
Porter Ricks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare,
Easy Going,
The Pop Group,
This Heat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Qualms,
Tubeway Army,
The Slits,
Cheater Slicks,
The Velvet Underground,
Mandrill,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Slackers,
Make Up,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed,
Blake Baxter,
Y Pants,
The Names,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cure,
Camberwell Now,
Steve Hackett,
Andrew Hill,
In Retrospect,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dirtbombs,
Moebius,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.