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 Antigua and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Juan Atkins to the punk 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
The Martian,
Shuggie Otis,
Colin Newman,
Henry Cow,
The Young Rascals,
The Fuzztones,
Warsaw,
the Soft Cell,
Echospace,
Goldenarms,
Easy Going,
Parry Music,
Anakelly,
Mark Hollis,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Electric Prunes,
Derrick Morgan,
John Coltrane,
John Cale,
The Wake,
Sonic Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lalann,
Pussy Galore,
Gang of Four,
Stetsasonic,
Faraquet,
The Standells,
Dawn Penn,
Drexciya,
X-Ray Spex,
Index,
Kevin Saunderson,
Archie Shepp,
Young Marble Giants,
Flash Fearless,
The Durutti Column,
Pierre Henry,
Sound Behaviour,
The Leaves,
Letta Mbulu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crash Course in Science,
Mo-Dettes,
Don Cherry,
Desert Stars,
The Happenings,
The Buckinghams,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Monks,
Von Mondo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cal Tjader,
Fad Gadget,
Thee Headcoats,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Last Poets,
Sight & Sound,
Ludus,
Bang On A Can,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.