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 Italy and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Harmonia to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Green,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Anakelly,
Barry Ungar,
Iggy Pop,
The Music Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rotary Connection,
Marmalade,
the Fania All-Stars,
T. Rex,
Jandek,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dual Sessions,
Terry Callier,
Alphaville,
The American Breed,
Fat Boys,
Model 500,
Hoover,
The Fall,
Fear,
Marc Almond,
Camouflage,
Accadde A,
Rites of Spring,
The Dead C,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jawbox,
The Beau Brummels,
Funky Four + One,
Minutemen,
The New Christs,
New Order,
Max Romeo,
The United States of America,
Can,
Saccharine Trust,
Franke,
Isaac Hayes,
H. Thieme,
Yellowson,
Jerry's Kids,
Von Mondo,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
PIL,
Rakim,
Thee Headcoats,
Tubeway Army,
Aaron Thompson,
Glenn Branca,
The Index,
Blossom Toes,
Gichy Dan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sugar Minott,
the Normal,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.