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 Singapore and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 the Human League to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalann,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantaleimon,
The Kinks,
The Buckinghams,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
KRS-One,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
Neu!,
The Saints,
Faust,
Deepchord,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Green,
The Names,
Eric Dolphy,
X-Ray Spex,
Tubeway Army,
Thompson Twins,
Dark Day,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Sheep,
Sparks,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Association,
Funkadelic,
Newcleus,
Negative Approach,
Ice-T,
Bobby Sherman,
The Smoke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Janne Schatter,
Jandek,
The Gun Club,
Severed Heads,
Joe Smooth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Toasters,
The Martian,
Moss Icon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camberwell Now,
Mars,
R.M.O.,
Radiohead,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Unwound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Y Pants,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.