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 Kiribati and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 jazz 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Robert Görl,
Gang Green,
Ponytail,
Tears for Fears,
Drexciya,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Zeros,
Little Man,
Bill Near,
The American Breed,
Joensuu 1685,
The Saints,
Lower 48,
David Bowie,
The Neon Judgement,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jacob Miller,
Prince Buster,
Pylon,
Todd Terry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roxy Music,
Mr. Review,
The Star Department,
Pierre Henry,
The Invisible,
Magma,
John Coltrane,
Amazonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Stooges,
Jawbox,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minny Pops,
Susan Cadogan,
The Golliwogs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wasted Youth,
The Evens,
Wolf Eyes,
Soft Machine,
Dual Sessions,
Absolute Body Control,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ituana,
Kayak,
Chris Corsano,
Eric Copeland,
Fat Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Walker Brothers,
Terry Callier,
Hot Snakes,
Kerri Chandler,
Piero Umiliani,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arab on Radar,
Dennis Brown,
Saccharine Trust,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.