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 Turkmenistan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Michael McDonald 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 Marc Almond 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nation of Ulysses,
Faust,
Connie Case,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Visage,
Arab on Radar,
Funky Four + One,
Pantaleimon,
China Crisis,
Jandek,
Nirvana,
The Raincoats,
Cal Tjader,
Y Pants,
Janne Schatter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Warsaw,
Lalann,
Hashim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hoover,
Boz Scaggs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joe Smooth,
The Selecter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
JFA,
Niagra,
Whodini,
X-Ray Spex,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roxette,
Nik Kershaw,
Japan,
Ice-T,
Fort Wilson Riot,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slave,
Wolf Eyes,
The Beau Brummels,
Television,
Chris Corsano,
Dark Day,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dead Boys,
Basic Channel,
One Last Wish,
The Young Rascals,
The Skatalites,
Amon Düül II,
Rufus Thomas,
David Axelrod,
The Stooges,
Jeff Lynne,
The Move,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Barracudas,
Blake Baxter,
Lebanon Hanover,
kango's stein massive,
Derrick May,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Patti Smith,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.