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 Suriname and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pierre Henry to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
The Birthday Party,
Traffic Nightmare,
Niagra,
June Days,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scion,
Minor Threat,
Fad Gadget,
The American Breed,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bang On A Can,
Royal Trux,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minnie Riperton,
KRS-One,
Ice-T,
The Human League,
Freddie Wadling,
The Divine Comedy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Severed Heads,
Gang of Four,
Oneida,
Kerri Chandler,
Unrelated Segments,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blossom Toes,
Nico,
Half Japanese,
Rapeman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fuzztones,
MC5,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crooked Eye,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joe Finger,
Brothers Johnson,
Sarah Menescal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-101,
June of 44,
The Walker Brothers,
Infiniti,
Bill Wells,
Sugar Minott,
Man Parrish,
Rosa Yemen,
Pole,
Sun City Girls,
David Axelrod,
The Stooges,
Livin' Joy,
The Golliwogs,
Supertramp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tears for Fears,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.