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 Zambia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Procol Harum to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Rosa Yemen,
Section 25,
Absolute Body Control,
China Crisis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Connie Case,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Clarke,
Fela Kuti,
Alphaville,
Marshall Jefferson,
Index,
Pulsallama,
Dawn Penn,
Ituana,
Robert Wyatt,
Flash Fearless,
Pet Shop Boys,
Warsaw,
Agitation Free,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
Excepter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neu!,
48th St. Collective,
the Swans,
Organ,
Procol Harum,
Essential Logic,
Carl Craig,
Gerry Rafferty,
Man Parrish,
Alton Ellis,
David Bowie,
The Remains,
Maleditus Sound,
Deadbeat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Idris Muhammad,
Harmonia,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minor Threat,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Womack,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pole,
Jeru the Damaja,
Susan Cadogan,
Aloha Tigers,
The Motions,
Goldenarms,
The Zeros,
The Tremeloes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sandy B,
Malaria!,
the Sonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Funkadelic,
Fat Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.