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 Serbia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Royal Trux to the techno 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
The Moody Blues,
The Saints,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Womack,
Chris Corsano,
Joy Division,
E-Dancer,
Brick,
Toni Rubio,
The Kinks,
David Bowie,
Urselle,
Bootsy Collins,
Porter Ricks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Das Ding,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Seeds,
Radio Birdman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Animal Collective,
Amon Düül,
Schoolly D,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wolf Eyes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ice-T,
Leonard Cohen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deakin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yellowson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jawbox,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Josef K,
Junior Murvin,
Surgeon,
Flipper,
Camberwell Now,
Lower 48,
48th St. Collective,
The Star Department,
Tim Buckley,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Popol Vuh,
Eddi Front,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Moon,
Pierre Henry,
Rosa Yemen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mantronix,
Mo-Dettes,
Cluster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.