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 Lebanon and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Robert Hood to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Kerri Chandler,
Kas Product,
Connie Case,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kerrie Biddell,
Half Japanese,
New Age Steppers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fugazi,
Archie Shepp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Franke,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Smiths,
The Five Americans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Urselle,
Eric Copeland,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Zapp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tropical Tobacco,
Y Pants,
Ludus,
Newcleus,
The Martian,
Crash Course in Science,
Wolf Eyes,
Howard Jones,
Barry Ungar,
Ossler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Circle Jerks,
EPMD,
Mad Mike,
Suburban Knight,
Q65,
Little Man,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ronan,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Pus,
Oneida,
The Gun Club,
the Sonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
UT,
The Wake,
Jeff Mills,
Joe Finger,
Janne Schatter,
E-Dancer,
Brass Construction,
Piero Umiliani,
Theoretical Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.