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 Rwanda and from New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gun Club to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Shoche,
Wolf Eyes,
Mantronix,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The American Breed,
Blake Baxter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alphaville,
E-Dancer,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sly & The Family Stone,
10cc,
Scrapy,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Stooges,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nas,
Supertramp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Au Pairs,
The New Christs,
The United States of America,
Scion,
Terry Callier,
Mandrill,
The Cowsills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Todd Rundgren,
Sarah Menescal,
The Angels of Light,
Dark Day,
The Walker Brothers,
The Offenders,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mars,
Surgeon,
Monks,
T.S.O.L.,
Joe Smooth,
Alison Limerick,
The Knickerbockers,
Y Pants,
Vladislav Delay,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marc Almond,
Johnny Clarke,
Rod Modell,
Barrington Levy,
Sam Rivers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
H. Thieme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gap Band,
Suicide,
LL Cool J,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quadrant,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.