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 Taiwan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lyres to the disco 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kerri Chandler,
The Music Machine,
Funky Four + One,
Todd Terry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gories,
Suburban Knight,
John Holt,
B.T. Express,
Pantaleimon,
Anthony Braxton,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marine Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Flag,
Althea and Donna,
The Motions,
The Five Americans,
Ken Boothe,
Monolake,
Frankie Knuckles,
Intrusion,
Tommy Roe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Don Cherry,
Maurizio,
Clear Light,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Circle Jerks,
10cc,
Pole,
Arab on Radar,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fire Engines,
T. Rex,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boz Scaggs,
New York Dolls,
Ossler,
The Remains,
Rufus Thomas,
Joyce Sims,
John Foxx,
Amazonics,
Sam Rivers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lakeside,
Tomorrow,
Sparks,
The Saints,
The Gladiators,
Scrapy,
UT,
Easy Going,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Bananas,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.