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 Jordan and from London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 The Moody Blues to the grime 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Drexciya,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yaz,
Clear Light,
A Certain Ratio,
Flash Fearless,
Deadbeat,
Bill Near,
The Fortunes,
Technova,
Black Bananas,
Schoolly D,
Donald Byrd,
Mad Mike,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
R.M.O.,
Albert Ayler,
Tim Buckley,
Funky Four + One,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Anakelly,
Magazine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Average White Band,
Roxette,
Lightning Bolt,
Faraquet,
Joyce Sims,
U.S. Maple,
Khruangbin,
Sonic Youth,
Al Stewart,
The Techniques,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fad Gadget,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Hood,
Half Japanese,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun Ra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rotary Connection,
Chris & Cosey,
Minor Threat,
Jerry's Kids,
Skriet,
The Names,
Eli Mardock,
The Martian,
Skaos,
Beasts of Bourbon,
D'Angelo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Foxx,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.