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 Germany and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 The Knickerbockers to the disco 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skaos,
L. Decosne,
Moby Grape,
Neu!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Swans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blake Baxter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cluster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lyres,
The Walker Brothers,
B.T. Express,
Glenn Branca,
Masters at Work,
Tommy Roe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alphaville,
The Human League,
Banda Bassotti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Junior Murvin,
Shuggie Otis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aloha Tigers,
Terry Callier,
Gang of Four,
Essential Logic,
Jerry's Kids,
Sarah Menescal,
Wings,
Aural Exciters,
The Gap Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Thompson Twins,
Man Parrish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Magazine,
Donny Hathaway,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pagans,
Yaz,
Pierre Henry,
KRS-One,
Lungfish,
The Barracudas,
Monolake,
Clear Light,
Funky Four + One,
Popol Vuh,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Judy Mowatt,
Ronan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liliput,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.