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 Somalia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Archie Shepp to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
The Slits,
Severed Heads,
Roxy Music,
Basic Channel,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Offenders,
Alison Limerick,
Kas Product,
Parry Music,
John Lydon,
Scrapy,
Chrome,
Oblivians,
UT,
The Divine Comedy,
48th St. Collective,
Prince Buster,
Warsaw,
Black Bananas,
Newcleus,
Quando Quango,
Grandmaster Flash,
Todd Rundgren,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeru the Damaja,
B.T. Express,
The Buckinghams,
Bill Wells,
Man Parrish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Angry Samoans,
Tim Buckley,
Nico,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wally Richardson,
Simply Red,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Starr,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New York Dolls,
H. Thieme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Pus,
Aural Exciters,
Minnie Riperton,
Dave Gahan,
Max Romeo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
U.S. Maple,
Smog,
Camouflage,
Robert Görl,
R.M.O.,
The Birthday Party,
Supertramp,
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.