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 Nepal and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Hasil Adkins to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Basic Channel,
OOIOO,
Pagans,
The Techniques,
Section 25,
Soulsonic Force,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Modern Lovers,
Index,
10cc,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Zapp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Massinfluence,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alison Limerick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camouflage,
Audionom,
Chris & Cosey,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tubeway Army,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cheater Slicks,
The Human League,
David McCallum,
The Litter,
The Pretty Things,
the Bar-Kays,
Brothers Johnson,
Ronan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Hood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Echospace,
the Association,
Mad Mike,
Skarface,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Godley & Creme,
Lucky Dragons,
Hashim,
Masters at Work,
Sam Rivers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Junior Murvin,
Spoonie Gee,
Drexciya,
Slave,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Carl Craig,
Fela Kuti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tim Buckley,
Cymande,
Max Romeo,
The Knickerbockers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Youth Brigade,
ABBA,
Half Japanese,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.